I managed to lose my password. Actually, I hadn't lost it. I had it right but as this thing insisted that I put in a number or symbol, I added one of those and promptly forgot where. Then there was the whole work thing and a series of events best described as out of the ordinary. My legs are killing me, and so are these full strength fags, and I
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You're a monster on stilts, Helena Bonham Carter. I will never kickbox you again while you're wearing five pounds worth of hardware on your feet.
Come back, whenever, anytime. Smile like a Cadillac for us again, promise. PS, I can send you some Turkish. Concha y Toro black merlot?
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Are you drifting through New York before you go back? The answer is yes, Alan, and I need a place to stay.
Smiling like a Cadillac. I love that.
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I ... didn't, but as you're in London now, it's moot. I can't wait to see your play!
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