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It is usually expressed as, “Truer words were never spoken.”, and is kind of a generic response to statements like, “You sure are lucky to have such a nice wife.” “Truer words were never spoken.” Or, “They cured it with meds? You didn’t need surgery? Truer Words Were Never Spoken - John Begin.

Truer Words Were Never Spoken In French

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Truer Words Were Never Spoken The Less You Associate

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