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January 25, 2007

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A poet salt of aureic acid?

Is this a code of some kind, or is it random?

Wait, we're allowed to ask questions like that?

No, you aren't. Dave is being re√ęducated.

Leave that crap at the New Yorker where it belongs.

The names of your future children?

L'Education elementale, as they say.

Random words you like the sound of?

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