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The spot where my head fits at night, just above the left pectoral muscle and below the shoulder joint, to the right of the armpit. Because that's where my comfort lies, his heart beats and I fall asleep.
Okay, and...
Brain. Gotta have one, gotta be functional, gotta be well-honed.
Vocal cords. An annoying voice KILLS me. Kills everything.
Those muscles right above the hipbone. That area is hot.
Hands. Strong.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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