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I Used My History Degree About Twice A Year Whether I Needed To Or Not.

I Like To Have A Hero A Little Underpowered. I Mean, Spiderman Is Far Cooler Than Superman. How Do You Challenge Superman?

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Charles Could Care Less About Shoes - And He Suspected He Wasn't Alone Among Men In His Feelings. Shoe, No Shoe, He Didn't Care. Naked Was Good, Though Over The Past Couple Of Weeks He Was Beginning To Think That Dressed In His Clothes Was A Decent Second Best.

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