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The pretty people. Did'nt you always want to be a pretty person. You sit in your cafs and stare rustically out of the window looking at the pretty people. Notice how you see your reflection in the window? You see, you're out there, you are pretty, you've been all alongt. We are all beautiful, I am too. Isnt that so humble of me to say. But it's true you are beautiful. So cut that poppycock out and show the world your face. It needs a pretty character like you around to take it's mind off of the fraud, corruption, hunger, back alley abortions, bad films, bad leaders, salmanila in your grouper. Trust me, everyone needs to see you.