So the f***er finally did it. Well, like my brother used to keep prattling about, twenty years from now, nobody will remember Nadal's early exit and Fedex will have a career grand slam to show his fat kids.
"A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love, indifference, and dislike; also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his forebears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and something else too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come."
Possession by A.S. Byatt
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Losers Weepers.
Dear Rajiv,
I suggest you go get laid, come back, read the post again and see if you can figure out what I'm saying.
I never knew Cincinnati took in intelligent people and turned out retards.
Give your parents my regards.
Thanks,
M
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