"Are you the sort of fellow who'd swipe his own grandmother's silver teeth?"
". . . well, she wasn't [i:b30f0]using[/i:b30f0] them . . . ."
*chuckles* My guess is to be November the seventh. A very eventful day--Election day, aye, the day I get to put a different number down when I write my age, and a stiff competition for me and my companions . . . as good a date as any. <!-- s
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