When I first met him it was funny, because I was his daughter. But I was still admittedly nervous. We went upstairs for coffee. Things began to ravel from there, much as they always do when one refuses to relax the sphinctre of life. Sceptre of death. He's just a snappy dresser.
I grew up wearing suits. I tried jeans but I never felt comfortable as my testes often got caught in the back pocket. Go figure. Everybody knows that the good guys lost, by the way. Stoudemire, Bosh and Davis.
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[Deep breath]...What the?!
cw
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