Waldo is ethereal, ever-present, living on inside us as the spirit of all that we seek but never hope to find. Alternatively, he might be sunbathing nude in Cabo. We just don’t know.
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sigh I need to stop reading the papers it just upsets me
mostly the sports section
no please devote an entire article to the fact that Roy Halladay’s contract will probably be up after next year and feel free to write it in the tone of an obituary
I needed to test the functionality of my tear ducts anyway
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