On balance, I would say that half of the days of the week I do and half I do not.
The worst is when the feathers I ruffle are my own.
Walking home, I encountered this little guy. Stern, don’t you think? He is asking me – why do you do it? I can only shrug my shoulders. How do I know?...
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