By
dn (Tue May 23, 2006 at 11:41:35 PM EST) (
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In the future, when you ride out in front of me going the wrong way down the street, in a crosswalk, I will not slam on my brakes and get rear ended again. I will not get my back injured again, so that I hurt when I sit very long.
That's not the winter wind you feel, it's the dead hand of Charles Darwin slipping round your neck.
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