It was 37°F when I got up this morning. That's what passes for cold here.
It was 37°F when I got up this morning. That's what passes for cold here.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
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