Robert Jordan
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Women, Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, are like mules. He frowned. Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot. Do you understand me, Talmanes? Pure poetry, Mat, Talmanes said, tamping the tabac down into his pipe.

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