Back when I was young, when there were still signs that said "Irish need not apply," we lived in a one room apartment that was as big as the single window it had. Times were harder then.
I'm going to party like it's 1906 dreamt the sentient desk lamp after perusing the critically acclaimed book: one hundred and fifty million and five squiggly lines.
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