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February 8th, 2003 - 9:38 a.m. My good man, may you be accosted by a taxi of stampeding elephants. Now it is known how an earthworm must feel, after a satisfying meal of root mixed generously with soil, and it decides to pour down fists of rain. "How like God," he muttered. Waiting for a moment of perfection is as redundant as looking for one. "She looks like a million dollars, after taxes." N. �
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