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"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
I didn't see you there, Tam. What's it gonna take to drag you out here next year? Bribery? Threats? Assertions that your absense proves you hate children and puppies and that you want all life on Earth to go extinct? All of the above? -- Lyle
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