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| ...and that concludes my two-hour discussion of some old men I met at my boring job. Now, what... oh yes, I was going to tell you a story about a scarlet letter. | |
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| Here's the deal: Puritan Bostonites could have had significantly better lives if they'd been the tiniest bit less uptight about extramarital affairs. Okay? | |
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| Now, who wants to hear me wax poetic for half an hour on how children are capricious or dark forests are scary? Anybody? | |
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