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The Unmanned Writer![]() |
I'm his mom. I don't have to tell him anything. Only in an insane world are the sane considered insane. The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime | ||
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Do the next right thing ![]() |
I'm the village crazy lady. That's my job. | |||
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The Unmanned Writer![]() |
Whatever just happened... blame it on the pig. Only in an insane world are the sane considered insane. The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime | |||
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Live for today. Tomorrow will cost more ![]() |
“When you use a bird to write with, it’s called tweeting.” suaviter in modo, fortiter in re | |||
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