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Suburban Houses And Tin Sheds Are Often The Objects Of Ridicule.

In The Future, Women Will Have Breasts All Over. In The Future, It Will Be A Relief To Find A Place Without Culture. In The Future, Plates Of Food Will Have Names And Titles. In The Future, We Will All Drive Standing Up. In The Future, Love Will Be Taught On Television And By Listening To Pop Songs.

London's Tempo Is 122.86 Beats Per Minute.

I Love Writing. I Don't Claim To Be Great At It. Occasionally I Get A Good Sentence Off. But I Love The Activity.

I Am An Immigrant With A Green Card And, Therefore, I Am Not Eligible To Vote In A Federal Election.