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''Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?''
No, No! Believe me! I’ve come to the wrong place! I’ve made a god-awful mistake! Even the glassin my hand’s an accident, and so’s the gauze glanceof the woman who runs the joint. 'Let’s dance, huh? You’re pale... Didn’t get enough sleep? '