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Ooh, touchy situation.
And incredibly un-tasty.
I probably would have mentioned it, but like I said, I'm never embarrassed. I'm sure there are nice ways of mentioning it, too...
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A SPIDER sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy.
--Emily Dickinson
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