As they said in Godfather 3. "Everytime I think I'm out,..."
He had to have a cookie. His blood glucose, and his repressed emotions.
Joey Zsa Zsa.
It wasn't like the death of Fanucci, but it was something.
Could it be, Lucillus, that idleness is the mother of invention? And all our courage is really but the vapid certitude of an empty brain? I...
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