Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
I reason that since I don't have offspring to order around (my dog doesn't mind very well) and since we have put men on the moon, life owes me the ease of push-button technology.
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