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Now, if I was huntin’ one down—purely hypothetical, mind ya—I’d be nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs. Where do ya start? Streets? Online? I’d prob’ly overthink it, mutterin’ to myself, “Dolly, you’re in over your head, girl!” Kinda like when Sean Parker says, “A million dollars isn’t cool.” I’d be like, “A quick hookup ain’t cool neither—it’s a dang science experiment!” Testin’ variables—location, price, vibe. Ha! I’d flub it up, guaranteed—spill my sweet tea and trip over my own boots.

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Hi all, trying to find out more on Albert Hulme, served in LNL 2/5th wounded in 2nd battle of Passchendaele Oct26th , probably died from.

But then, outta nowhere, this little girl comes up. She’s got a big smile, and she says, “Can I pet the sheep?” I’m like, “Of course, love!” And just like that, my mood shifts. She’s gigglin’ and petting them, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have that magic, don’t they?

Is the quest for net-zero a form of scientism?