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BigBen, that reminds me of the time when a friend of mine (who was working as a car mechanic at the time), at the garage recited to me what has become my favorite Shakespearean sonnet (#147). He wasn't even trying to woo me or anything, but it caught me so by surprise my knees actually grew weak, and my jaw dropped. Such beauty, in a greasy oil pit! I'll never forget that moment.
Mal - that is beautiful! And thanks to you, I actually have tears in my eyes here at work.
I hate it when that happens.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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