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I Shouldn't Believe Anything I Say, If I Were You-and That Includes What I Just Told You.

The Safest Course Was Actually The Simplest-do Nothing At All And Hope Everything Turned Out For The Best. It Wasn't A Great Plan, But It Had The Benefits Of Simplicity And A Long Tradition.

Religion Isn't The Cause Of Wars, It's The Excuse.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

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