Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never.
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir.
O, O, O, O.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
My Wife Goes Live
As you know, one of the last times my wife went running she fell, split her chin open and required stitches. She is about to make another run. Check it out.
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