I stopped watching it as soon as the Yanks lost ... oh well T_T;
"Fans" like you make me sick.
Give me your address so I can send Tommy LaSorda over to your house.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
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