Actually, they are.
Actually, they are.
You sir, are a hideous hermaphroditical character which has neither the force and firmness of a man, nor the gentleness and sensibility of a woman.
I buy what I like. It's the same as me going out to Borders and reading a few trades while I'm there.
I get it.
I bet you do!
I think of it like wine made from reannual grapes. I'm feeling the hangunder now, but I'll plant them next year.
Otherwise, fair enough.
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