| Let’s get ready for the challenge. I think you know where I am. Because, as you know, I hold lots of knowledge. Really, I can lend a helping hand. Although since people most often come for Riveting good stories and tales, You, my friend, can find knowledge in me. Whether it be history, science, or Braille. I cannot be held in your hand, you see. I’m quite a bit larger than that. So come right in, and let’s begin. |
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| We are a family. We live in an alley on oily ground. We all look exactly the same, and when we get hurt, we get pushed out of the way and replaced. We fear the almighty sphere of death. |
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A widower goes to a psychic to contact his late wife. “Honey,” he says. “Are you happy?”
“Yes, my husband,” she says. Relieved, the man asks, “Are you happier than when you were with me?” “Yes, my husband,” she replies, “I’m much, much happier.” The husband smiles. “Heaven must be an amazing place.” “I wouldn’t know,” she says. “I’m not in heaven.”
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