We bear the same coat of arms. We have been baptized by eagle tears, showered in a hail of Zuesian tightness. You hear two laughs of the same voice. You are confused. Go with it.
Non-Unique Memories, Vol. 3: Collective Childhoods Through Cereal
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Posted on October 13, 2010