Right. Birthday was yesterday, so I'm 19 now. Dad-a-chick, did-a-chum. Chissit chassit, commala come come, work to be done. Charyou tree, come, reap, the world has moved on and the Crimson King is playing the fiddle as the roses burn. Now that I've gotten the urges to make obligatory Dark Tower references out of my system, we can move on. It
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