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Alas, but I am only armed with my razor-sharp wit. Sometimes it’s so lethal that I cut myself, thus am I reluctant to wield it. For this, I shall stand at the ready and PersephoneX need only give the Word.
I also suffer from a touch of dyslexia. Yet somehow I manage to construct meaningful sentences and, through the magic of Spelling and Grammar check, excruciatingly correct text.
Teflon, would you like your viscera in a bucket, or a baggie?
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