I think this is cool...

Which is why I'm writing it, because I said I would write something cool today.

The cool thing is that none of you have to think that this is cool, because that term is very, very subjective. So, I think it's cool, and since it's cool in that sense, it's cool.

The cool thing is the following paragraph:

I was looking at this paragraph, this paragraph that I'm writing, and just saw that it isn't normal... I don't know why, but it looks wrong. Any thoughts as to why it's just plain abnormal? It looks okay, but looking at it again, it's plain to find that most of it is just odd. If it looks wrong, you might say that it's just psychological, as if I got you to think that it's wrong although it actually isn't wrong. But I know for a fact that this paragraph is suspicious.

Hint: the issue with the paragraph has something to do with a certain letter that is used quite frequently in the English language.

Easter Wellabration!

Not much to be said about it. It was just like the new Year's Wellabration, except there were eggs flying in the air instead of fireworks. It was, once again loads of fun. We had egg relays and egg tosses, and kinda left the true meaning of Easter to be taught by the parents at home, because it was not time for Easter sermons, it was a time for Wellabration!
Hey-yeah!

The game I've been waiting for

Okay, so this is the face of Super Smash Brothers Brawl, the third game in the greatest fighting game series ever, Super Smash Brothers. For those of you who know me, you know I'm not just good, but really good at the other two Smash Brothers games that came out in 1997 and then 2001. This, however, will be the ultimate, ultimate Smash Bros. game ever made. There's only one problem there has been with this game is the wait. It started out with a deadline of October 3rd of 2007. It was later pushed back to Dec. 3rd of 2007. At the time, no big deal, but then, even worse, it was pushed even further back! January 10th of 2008!!!! I was getting a little frustrated with the makers and other such nintendo-game-making-folk, because I had actually been saving some money and stuff. You know, I still have it, and a lot more (for a 16 yr. old, Publix pays a good amout of money, and when there's not all that much to spend it on, there's a lot to keep.) So, after it was January 1st, I thought, "Oh, yeah! Ten days 'till..." But, no! There were a couple more push backs of the deadline that the nintendo people thought were necessary. So, they said "Another month, February 10th." Still a lie. In the middle of January, they said "March 9th." Now, that is thankfully the official due date of the game in America, as it is already being sold in Japan starting today. *Whew!*
Now that I'm assured it will come out when they say it will, I now challenge anyone brave enough to step to me in any of the former two! Bring all your Smash Bros. skill and knowledge, and see if you can surpass mine!!!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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On the night of the Sunday before the Sunday before Christmas...

... me and my awesome group of Christian friends had a white elephant gift exchange. It started out incomprehensibly rowdy as we watched a ballgame that we never saw coming. That day, during the Dolphin's terrible season of '07, the Miami Dolphins.... won!!! They beat the Baltimore Ravens 22-16!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't like the Dolphins all that much...
But the party erupted into such a glorious state of somewhat-mock celebration after Brant Hansen stood among an amazed crowd, and started a slow clap. Then, we ate! Dinner didn't last too long before we started the gift exchange.
It was ruthless, awful, as children under five years of age had the gifts adults coveted cruelly stripped from their hands. The Hansen family tearing each other apart over a stretchy, gooey frog-thing. I DESPERATELY attempted to sell off my five-episode classic collection of Little House on the Prairie to someone who didn't care so much about their gift. I finally found someone, and I got a pair of socks. Then, I traded the pair of socks for a plush Patrick Star from Spongebob. I later traded that for a collection of "create your own adventure" books. Score!!
The women quarreled over both a pink purse or a bag with fake tattoos and $5. Twinkies passed around the room, a squirrel-themed lamp switched consistently from reluctant hands, and two men, one being Brant, dressed in small girl's clothing.. Yes, don't worry, it was unfortunate that that was the gift they ended up with. Brant's said "GIRL POWER" and had pictures of Wonder Woman and other female super-heroines. The other one's said "Multi-talented."...
We had a blast over all, and I desperately wish I had pictures to share.

I haven't posted in a month, and this is what I came up with.

Over many decades, the Grundles had no power over bread. Only recently have they come up with a contrivance to extinguish bread’s reign of power over the mid-south-northwest. It seemed impossible, but they had all grown tired of being slaves to bread. It was time to strike back… with a vengeance.

Was it love, or was it Fancy Feast ®? None of the Grundles knew for sure, but whatever it was, the bread’s vicious feline army was unstoppable, for the Grundles only had wet food, and that gave the army gas. The bread they fought was unleavened, and even more voracious than the kind that had flour. They commanded their cat army whit ruthlessness, and settled for nothing less than unleavened conquest.

The Grundles, however, came prepared this time, for they had flour, and flamethrowers, how they found these things was unclear to the bread, after all there was only one store you could buy those things from, and that was heavily guarded by the felines. Unless the Grundles had found a way past them, but that would require dry food, which was only attained from the pet store, which was heavily guarded by the unleavened bread.

The Grundles had penetrated the bread’s incomprehensible defenses, and now there was no stopping them. With flamethrowers in hand, and flour in pocket, the only thing the bread could think to do was to surrender and be leavened. All the evil reign of bread had come to an end. The Grundles had their victory. Hoo-ah!

Sarcasm :P

Yeah, I'm one of those people who freaks out when they meet some celebrity. You know, I just really think that famous people are so much better and more important than I am, and I truly believe that if I totally wig out in their awesome, graceful, beaming, glorious presence, they'll think so highly of me, yes, just me, and I'll be their #1 screaming, crazy fan, just like everyone else is their #1 screaming, crazy fan! I truly believe that if I yell louder than the #1 fan next to me that I would definitely be recognized by that o-so-famous guy or gal we choose to scream for, and we could, you know, hang out after their show and stuff. That would be sooooo cool! You know, 'cause that person thinks I'm different and cooler than the rest of the people doing the exact same thing as me when he/she is around. So, that's why when I meet the bands of WAY FEST backstage with Brant Hansen, I'll run right past the bands, and coolly and all suave-like beg for Brant to sign my toast.

Mr. Publix/ Jonathan Bourque

Jonathan sat outside the art room at lunch time on Friday. Here was where "Warriors for Christ/ First Priority" met. He sometimes enjoyed being there, and today it was pretty good too. He was talking to a kid on the varsity football team who showed up there every Friday. The kid (whose name Jonathan never got) had asked him where he went to church. Jonathan paused, trying to find a way to answer that question without having to explain himself later.
"I'm here, right now." he said.
The football player paused for a while and said, "Yeah, I gotchya, that's pretty cool, man. Alright."
Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief. The bell rang to end the lunch period, and he went on to complete the school day.
When Jonathan got home, he had a mission: to dress as his if-it-wasn't-for-God-then-would-be-worthless-alter-ego/ not-so-heroic-superhero a.k.a. Mr. Publix. Easier stated, he had to go to work.
Later in the work day, Mr. Publix got into a conversation with a regular church-goer who made the slight folley/ beneficial action of asking him where he went to church.
"I'm here, right now." He said remembering what Jonathan had said earlier.
The woman looked at him and said "At Publix?!"
:(

Mr. Publix Mission No. 1

For the grocery store, it was a high-speed chase. Mr. Publix dashed at a runaway shopping cart, his arch nemeses, at a record fifteen miles per hour. It was too fast. It slammed into the curb at the end of the parking lot. He lunged for it, but was pulled back by a commanding voice resounding over the parking lot.
It was Donna, an old-timer agent at Publix. She knew the tricks of the trade, and knew how to pick off the baddies. Mr. Publix looked at the shopping cart, and shouted heroically
"We're not through with this battle, fiend!" He then walked coolly over to his superior.
"You're going under cover." said Donna. "Flip your apron over your head so the people at the counter can't see it."
Mr. Publix followed the order.
"Now, do you have a dollar?"
Mr. Publix reached into his pocket, and grabbed a dollar. "What do you need me to do?" he asked discretely.
"See Andy? He's our man inside. Meet with him at the checkpoint at the front counter. I need you to then offer the man behind the counter a dollar bill, and see if he will give you a lottery ticket."
Mr. Publix understood his new mission. He nodded and took his dollar to the counter where Andy stood. Andy was gone in a flash. If there's one thing to be said, it's that the guy had stealth. Mr. Publix handed the bill to the guy behind the counter. He looked suspicious, like the kind of guy that would sell lottery tickets to minors, like Mr. Publix. Mr. Publix asked finally, as he handed the man the single.
"One lottery ticket, please."
"I need your ID."
Mr. Publix gave a furtive galnce at Donna, still within sight. She nodded for him to continue. He pulled his driver's permit from his pocket, and handed it to him.
The man scanned the identification quickly, and handed it back to Mr. Publix with his dollar bill as he said "You're too young."
The man checked out. Maybe not all of them would. Mr. Publix walked back to Donna.
"I had just gotten word from the head. He says we need to run... checks."
Mr. Publix nodded, and went to take care of some unfinished business. "CAAAAART!!!"

Distress on Indiantown (Pt. 2)

Jess stopped at Maddie's house, and said goodbye to someone now invisible to her. She didn't hear a response either. She let out a long sigh, and pulled out of the concrete driveway. She drove out of the neighborhood, and came up on the Walgreen's to the left. The traffic light was red, and she was at least not insane enough to drive right through it. She looked to her right at Johnathan, who was placidly looking out of the window. The thunder roared in her head as the light turned to green. She didn't let off of the brake, but instead doubled over with a splitting headache. She saw that neither Johnathan or Rebbecca would even speak to ask what was wrong. Neither of them were even looking over at her. She was going insane. This was proof. She wasn't even sure she had left the beach a few minutes ago even. None of this was normal. Her brother and sister were never so apathetic as to leave her doubled over in pain. Her world spun with thoughts about where she was and what was going on. She might of been at the beach still, or in her bed asleep. Maybe she actually was here right now with thunder at surreal volumes in her head, and uncaring siblings. She managed to look back up at the traffic light to see it was red again. Thankfully no one was behind her. Her headache subsided a bit, and she looked for the light to turn green. It did, and she drove. She felt dizzy. She began to overcompensate for the wheel alignment, and ended up careening down Military. She couldn't stop. She suddenly found herself face-to-face with a palm tree.
Strange. Palm trees didn't belong in the road. Of course, cars didn't belong in the median did they? She suddenly panicked. Johnathan Rebbecca! Were they okay? She looked back. She looked, but didn't see anything. Were her eyes closed? She forced them open. She still only saw black. She looked back ahead, the palm tree was still there. Nothing else. She kept her head forward, and felt for her seat belt. It was still there. That's what she felt, not what she saw. She was not calm in the least. She couldn't think. The only thing she seemed able to do was hyperventilate, and stare at the palm tree.
"Okay." She told herself. "I'm dreaming. I'll just wake up soon, and things will be fine. My family will be back, and I'll be in my bed. Come on, just find a way to wake up."
She began to feel sweat. She turned. She felt attacked. She didn't see anything. Her mind was being attacked, but she knew she was dreaming. She woke up, and tried her best to stifle a scream.

When I first heard of "night terrors," -the nightmares some have that are so horrific that when they wake up, they can't seem to remember what they dreamed about, or even if they dreamed, they could only remember that they woke up scared to death- I had wondered what it was people dreamed about that was so horrific. It's probably worse than what I thought up here, but I just guessed. What is it that could be so horrifying that they wake up in cold sweat with a scream of terror? It scares me trying to think about it.

To the grocery store, AWAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!

Faster than a runaway shopping cart, more powerful than a train of runaway shopping carts, ever watchful of cars that would run over him because the drivers aren't so watchful. Is it a cashier? Is it a costumer service clerk? No, wait, it's Mr. PUBLIIIX!
Bagging your groceries at the speed of light. Can he handle eggs and bread carefully? Yes he can! Can he walk your cart full of groceries to your car and have a flowing and friendly conversation? Yes he can! Can he tell you where the restrooms are? Yes he can! Can he accept hugs from the little ones he knows in his community when they see him? No, he's not allowed! He is MR. PUBLIX!!
Goooo, baggers!

Distress on Indiantown (Pt. 1)

Jess sat on a bench under a pavilion at Ocean Kay, a park not too far from the Juno Pier. It had been peaceful today in Jupiter, Florida, and it didn't look like that would change. As she sat, she talked to a couple of her best friends, almost family, and was loving the stress-free environment, and the salty ocean breeze. She still could smell the burgers that were cooked earlier, and the taste of a well-done s'more still lingered in her mouth. She looked at her Verizon cell phone for the time. She had school tomorrow. She had to get her brother, sister, and her sister's friend from off the beach, and into the car. She walked down the wooden stairs to the sand, and spotted them. She called them over.

Johnathan, her brother, was the first to hear her. He too was with a group of friends he thought of as family. He said his goodbyes, and half-jogged, half-walked out of the water, and onto the sand where Jess was. Rebbecca, her sister, heard her call the second time, and got her friend Maddie to come along. All four walked up the stairs, and made their way back to the pavilion. Johnathan had to collect some of his clothing, and borrowed a towel from a friend.

Jessica looked up at the sky. Clouds were gathering, and getting darker until lightning would occasionally brighten it with a bright bluish glow. This made her uncomfortable, and she called for Johnathan to hurry it up.

"Come on, I want to get out of here before it starts pouring!"

Johnathan lazily walked to the Christmas-green Ford Taurus, hardly realizing the small drops of water hitting his nose and shoulders as he climbed in. Jess rolled her eyes, not enjoying Johnathan's lazy attitude.

Rebbecca and Maddie were in the back seat, giggling at their own jokes, and bouncing up and down. It had been a good Sunday for them.

The engine started smoothly, with only a dull roar. Jess backed the car out of the parking space, switched the gear to drive, and started forward out of the parking lot.

Halfway down US1, or "Beach Road," the first signs of a potential storm showed as large drops of rain hit the windshield in clusters. Jess turned the wipers on, and continued driving the crew. As they turned onto Idiantown, the rain came harder. She went over the bridge, and the water was falling in sheets. Once driving upon a four-way intersection, water was being displaced in massive amounts from under the tires of the green car. Jess looked at the gas gauge, and realized they desperately needed gas if they planned on making it home. She turned into the nearest gas station, and parked, sheltered from the rain. She turned the car off, and asked Johnathan if he wanted to pump the gas. He refused lazily, forcing Jess to get out and do it herself. She Let out an angry breath as she climbed out of the car.

Maddie started getting restless, and began cracking bad puns. Rebbecca tagged along, leaving Johnathan to sit aggravated and lazy. Rebbecca opened the door, allowing the obnoxious odor of gasoline to fill the car. Her and Maddie were giggling about something. Jess came into the car again, and felt at the ignition. The keys weren't in there. She thought for sure she had left them there. She looked around, almost panicking for the loss of the keys. The rain started to come down harder. Jess looked up at Johnathan impatiently.
"You could at least help," she said.
Johnathan didn't want to shake form his laziness. "How am I supposed to know any better than you where the keys are?"
Jess looked at him again. "That's why we're looking for them." Thunder drummed loudly, almost as if the sound had originated in the car.
Johnathan faked as if he was looking hard. He checked under the seat in the middle, not really expecting to find anything. Surprisingly, he found them. "Oh, here," he said, wondering at how lucky a find that was. He handed the keys to Jess.
She lost her grip on them, and dropped them on the ground again. Thunder roared in her head. She jumped. "Wow, that was loud!"
Johnathan looked at her confusedly. "What was loud?" He asked.
Rebbecca and Maddie exchanged goofy looks, and then stared at Jess. They started to laugh. Jess looked serious.
"You seriously didn't hear that?"
Rebbecca spoke up. "There's no thunder anymore. The rain stopped as soon as you were done pumping gas, and the clouds are gone."
Jess put the keys in the ignition, and started the car. She backed out, and heard rain on the car. She looked back and saw drops of water hitting the back window. She looked at Rebbecca as if she had lost her mind. "It's still raining, Becca."
"No it isn't." said Johnathan. His eyes were wide with confusion, and his lips were set without expression. He looked concerned now, shaken from apathy into concern for his sister. "Are you okay to drive? Should we call for a ride?"
Jess looked around and heard the booming thunder again. "No, no I'm fine to drive. Just... I'll bring Maddie home." Jess looked to the seat where Maddie was sitting as she said that. She looked back to the front wind-shield, then did a double-check only to find that Maddie was missing. "Uh, where's Maddie?"
Johnathan looked and pointed as he and Rebbecca simultaneously said, "Right here."
Apparently they both saw her. Jess felt like she was crazy. Was she? She searched her mind. No, how could she go crazy over just a few minutes of driving? She didn't look back, she just drove to Maddie's house, taking Johnathan and Rebbecca's word for it. She couldn't dare look back, it would only be proof that she really was crazy.

I meant to post sooner...

...but a lot was going on.
Let's start on Friday, the fourteenth, my eyes felt like lead weights all the way through school as we took our diagnostic tests. We keep taking useless tests like that.
After school, it was unofficial "poker night" at Mr. Darrel, "Big D's" house. I call it Josh's house, because normally, although I really love and enjoy the presence of the whole Easley family, I'm normally there to see Josh. Tons of people showed up. Brant Hansen, Shawn Bashor, my dad, Chris Miller, Dr. G, Paul Adams (just started showing up at our house for worship) and one of my dad's co-workers. Those who had sons (Brant, Chris Dr. G, Big D) brought them, and their sons just happen to be my friends. Justin, another friend of mine, also showed up. Unfortunately, those younger than eighteen (Joel G., Josh E., Justin L., Justice H., Peter M., and me) didn't seem welcome to play a game of poker with the "elders," so we played our own game of poker... and got... bored. We went outside and played tons of games. Eventually, we concocted a plan for everyone to sleep at Josh's house. It worked. All six of us hung out that night. Consequently, I wasn't at home to post.
Saturday...
We woke up spread in all corners of Josh's house on either couches, air matresses, blanket cots or beds. My dad came in later and invited us to go snorkeling. We declined in favor of airsoft wars (recentlty banned by the Maplecrest H.O.A.) We played our match B.B. (Before Ban) and hung out at my house playing video games later. After a while everyone seemed to vanish back to their houses, and later Peter and the rest of the Miller family would come for dinner. They stayed late. Once again, I didn't post. I didn't mind either.
Sunday... I don't normally post because of group and such runs late, and I would much rather hang out with them than be on the computer.
Monday...
Once again without good sleep, and still taking a few diagnostic tests, I made it through shcool making the best of it all. I went to get my haircut after school... an interesting part of my day. My mom and I arrived at the haircuttery, and were greeted warmly by the face at the front counter. Not too much later, I was called to the chair to get it over with. The lady there was very enthusiastic, either about people or hair, at first I couldn't tell. She commanded I get a shampoo, and I sat at the sink. My mom came up and asked if I told the lady cutting my hair what I wanted. Before I could answer, the lady, whose name I got to know, "Ilana", asked a question I never expected to hear... I'll never forget this... While looking at my mom, she asked "Oh, is this your boyfriend?"
I froze, my mom tried her best not to react strangely. "No, this is my son. I'm married."
Ilana covered her mistake well "Oh, you look so young, it's possible."
Later I found out that she was saved. Strong in her faith in Jesus. I also learned that she was the mother of a certain girl quite popular due to a certain event, and certain technology recording that event, and posted all over YouTube until they banned the video because it was too violent. No, her daughter was not the bruiser. She was the "bruisie." ?
She has a locker right next to mine. I was encouraged to talk to her. It's not easy when she's always talking to other people. I'm not one to interrupt people's conversations. Tuesday, regular, and today, not much happened. Some of Josh and Big D's friends from Louisiana came down. They're still here. It's pretty cool, they can cook really well!
Yeah, so my week had its hinderances to my posting on this blog, but it was all worth waiting to post all of it in one post.
GOOOOO JOE!

Ballin'!!!

Hah! No, not really, but what a blast we had. So, yesterday, September 12, the guys of the Well gathered for a game of intensely competitive basketball. So competitive, that best friends turned and tackled eachother, former highschool football linemen planted so that former highschool librarian association presidents could run face-firs into them. So competitive that Dr. G. ran the score up on his son's team! Face-punching, nail-biting, trash-talking, body-checking, smash-mouth b-ball, yo!! Yeah!
No, it was loads of fun. Yeah, I tackled Josh for the ball, yeah, Dr. G scored on his son, and me, and everyone that wasn't on his team. Big Shawn "Puffy" Bashor had tons of rebounds, and Josh's dad, Darrel, or "Big D" did plant in front of Brant "Librarian" Hansen, (kidding) and by the looks of it, it was like running into a wall of bricks. Yes, bricks. I scored once, got a couple assists if those count in basketball, and a few re-bounds. Peter "Pistol" Miller and his dad worked well as a team. A Josh and Joel G. combo caused the other team's offense to skyrocket in terms of skill. Justice H. and Matthew G. played tough on eachother, and were pretty good competition. Over all, we were all white people playing basketball.

Something I should've seen coming

I sat with the most ridiculous look I've ever had on my face in French class. I was laughing somewhat hysterically with the rest of the class as we watched a blue cartoon character rap in French about how his friends liked to go to the park and have picnics.
Justin and I walked out of the class, mocking the most hilariously entertaining thing we had ever viewed in school. Still laughing, and adding our own jokes on, my arm was suddenly disturbed from it's peaceful rest at my side by a firm tap. I looked behind me to see someone I hadn't spoken to in about seven months. She smiled at me and said, "Hi, Josh!"
I smiled back, and confusedly said, "Uhh, what was that you called me?"
"Oh, uhh, Josh. I'm maiking up names now. Heh." She didn't attempt a correct guess at my name.
"Well," I began to say almost jokingly, "I'm Jonathan, I'm sure Josh is in this building somewhere, though."
She somehow managed to point him out in the crowded hallway as he passed, and said, "Oh, there's Josh!" She half-smiled.
"Are you okay?" I said.
"Oh, I got like two hours of sleep and all. I'm really tired."
I wondered how she managed only two hours of sleep when this was the school's late-start day. She was either awake until 8:00 or had only slept from 10:00 pm to 12:00 am. I didn't pry in that issue.
I noticed something different about her. Something that used to be in her light blue-green eyes was missing. By talking to her, it seemed this change was not for the better. She began talking about things I could hardly decode. None of it made sense. Now, I knew she had been one to talk quickly, but I had never heard her ramble nonsense while trying to make sense. I let her finish whatever rant she was on with a smile on my face, trying to share the almost-fake smile on her own as she went on. When she had finished, I said "Soo... where have you been lately?"
She hardly gave a moment of thought before she said "Well, not at your house, huh?"
I was pretty confused at this last statement, but replied like I wasn't. "Well, I can see that."
She began to ramble again, and ended her run-on sentence with a coherent combination of words saying, "What did you do this summer?"
I told her about my trip to Peru. She acted surprised, but told me after that she already knew that because she had seen pictures from somewhere. She asked why we were there, and I told her what we did. She started rambling again, this time about going to Peru for missions, not for missions, not going to Peru for not missions, going to Peru but not for not missions... and you think you're confused by what I typed? Before we parted in the hallways, I said that I'd see her later. I thought about how her ramblings lacked passion. How she didn't seem only two-hours-of-sleep-tired, and how she had left her good friend's (my sister's) side last shcool year in persuit of a "more successful social life."
This wasn't the girl I used to know. I used to know a passionate, considerate, smart girl. Something was wrong. This didn't make sense to me at all. I think she's done something really bad, and is trying to hide it by avoiding a true, flowing conversation, but all her rambling just makes it more obvious. I won't share her name, but just know she needs prayer... and a case of reverse irony. I hated to see her like that. I think she might have come to me for help. I need to talk to her again.

Well, it's official, it's not just America.

Proof, see? Proof that Americans aren't the only idiots in the world. The whole earth is covered with idiots. Just ask the French guy in this video.
Q: What orbits around the earth?
A: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhlERjW0bhw

This is sad, and hilarious... at the same time...

Well, there's not much to say that hasn't already been said about it. The Joel Osteen board game, "Your Best Life Now, the Game." Check out Kamp Krusty's take on it "Ladders-n-Ladders." I'm sad now, after laughing it up. Joel Osteen reminds me of my old Creative Writing teacher.. Oh no! Flashbacks!!!!!!

Call me Paul???

So, I was having a conversation with this girl in my English class on Friday. She chose a random time in this conversation to ask me if she could call me Paul, because I looked like her friend, Paul, who apparrently lives far away. So... I said "If it makes you feel better." So... call me Paul. :P ?
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