Life is like a box of chocolates. Mine is like a box of chocolates left in the backseat of my car in July.
Satan (impatiently) to Newcomer: The trouble with you Chicago people is, that you think you are the best people down here; whereas you are merely the most numerous. - - - Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar" 1897
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- (lincoln)
- May 17, 2018, 04:22:21 PM EDT
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