You are on my mind like  you are brain cell and in heart like you are blood.
I still get jealous
 Youare beautiful as you are
 You are cute when you smile
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I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room

the Russian governors are terrified of ideas. If only they knew what our governors know—that in a massive egalitarian society no idea which runs counter to the prevailing superstitions can successfully penetrate the official carapace.

I just had one of those &#39;what the hell are we doing&#39; moments.

Written By Adam Savage

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