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Good Morning Friends,
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today is Saturday August 8, 2009
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What are the gods saying to me? My foot is sick and I cannot go to the racetrack. Just how much despair must I endure? Yet, the gods favour me on another front, which shall remain unmentionable of course. That is the only silver lining in the whole thing. I know that the gods work in mysterious ways but this is getting ridiculous.
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