mnottertail
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Once, a dear friend of mine, who was the grandson of James Curley and one of the owners of the business I worked for, came in one day dressed to the nines, going to IBM to meet the CEO, and I grasped his collar tip in my fingers and rubbed a little, and said, I have never seen such a beautiful linen shirt in my life, is that english linen? He looked like a leprachaun, with sparkly and devilish eyes, and his face went blank, with the dead eye look you see in a killer, and he said, 'Ron, nothing english will ever touch MY body.'
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Have they not divided the prey; to every man a damsel or two? Judges 5:30
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