The ice-specked winter wind howls menacingly at our backs, falling on our forces like the barbed whips of a vicious master on the shattered spines of his helpless slaves. Months ago (how it seems years!), we marched proudly into Moscow with liberty and equality on our lips - now we crawl ingnominously away with the nauseating taste of horse flesh
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Is working for he home shopping network like being in the French Foreign Legion??
and bravo on the epic entry, by the way.
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By the way, you seemed well-rested today. Congratulations.
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which was spelendid i think.
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i suppose you've had your picture taken there?
teenage moustaches were the least of my problems. i haven't the time to properly list and illustrate the things/people that managed to test what i used to think was my boundless patience.
i did enjoy the aspect in which i got to make ties for the boys having their portrait taken, plainly because i felt pretty clever knowing how to make a tie.
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