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I wish my essay was on Jane Austen. That's a much more agreeable topic.

That, and I'm willing to join Yolanda any time she might want to see it again.

I have a question:

Why aren't men romantic like they used to be? I mean how hard is it to stand with one fist on your hip every now and then?