An ideal way to spend an hour or two.

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Read this.

The plot is a bit thin but the ending more than makes up for it.

Comments

Stuart Douglas said…
Also the lyric to the best song of this year.
2:33 pm
jenny said…
Like I have time to read that...sadly I have a life to lead!!
8:55 pm
Anonymous said…
Did I miss something????? I can only see lots of numbers and an ugly bald man.
9:34 am
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