I'm no gruff the crime dog, so I got tired of sniffing out the mystery, of why we can't get no satisfaction. Or unwilling to draw first blood, to cut out the poison. So I shot the messenger myself. I bit the bullet, and got stuck with a belly full of lead. you can't cure heart burn. none of the antidotes make sense. Solving for "Ex" is like tandem biking for one. and for all the sense algebra is supposed to make, i'm more solution than sum. When you're solving for inequalities, you can only substitute so many variables. We were bad math. an unsolvable equation. The variables varied until you got punched in the gut, with the null. more for the math minded, I suppose, but I've always been too pretty to do math.
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