“As a kid I was told to quit daydreaming! Don't you want to be a success like Joe, who always listens?Now, I'm an adult and Joe is in jail and I'm writing books, go figure.”

P.M. Russell

P.M. Russell - “As a kid I was told to quit daydreaming...” 1

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