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GARRISON KEILLOR
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Like, it was really great (totally)
It is unbearably bleak as winter lingers in March and a cold wind blows and the people on the obituary page seem better looking than yourself and your prostate feels like a hockey puck and you walk around with your wallet and car keys looking for your wallet and car keys and you read an article about bipolar disorder and think, "Hey, that's me," and so in desperation I flew out to San Francisco for a few days, where the winter rains had stopped and the city was bathed in Mediterranean light and everyone seemed very buoyant, as if the miasma was gone and the halcyon days were back, and suddenly I felt thirty again.
Guns on Nevada campuses?
In the late 1980s there was a rash of news reports across the nation about dog fighting and pit pulls attacking people.
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