Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood and nearly as blamable.
When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.
I’m nearly 50. I’m past being photographed falling out of bars.
Nearly’ only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.
Nearly everything in life goes in threes and fours.
Mistrust first impulses; they are nearly always good.
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