There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

Oh, sorry, I was reading Jane Austen.

He's all right, I guess.
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essentially shizuo "eat your vitamins and say your prayers" heiwajima in an apron.

Let's talk about the users, Day 4: Tom Bombadil

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