I was born in the house my father built. — Richard M. Nixon
I was born in the house my father built. — Richard M. Nixon
I was born in the house my father built. — Richard M. Nixon
I was born in the house my father built. — Richard M. Nixon
I was born in the house my father built. — Richard M. Nixon
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I was born in the house my father built.

— Richard M. Nixon
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