I used to drive my

I used to drive my older uncle home from his job at the university and although he loved my aunt very much, he seldom failed to point out a nice
set of legs on a wandering co-ed. I don’t mean to objectify, but I just really like nice sticks. This pair—emerging from a bright red wool coat—marked the beginning of Spring.
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Hey, we are at war. If someone knows conclusively how I should feel about that please email me. Generally, I’m not feeling so good.