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Well, what's to be expected from a magazine that can't even spell its own name correctly? (Insert Leitmotif Smiley-Face.)
Hahaha. That did occur to me.
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Well, what's to be expected from a magazine that can't even spell its own name correctly? (Insert Leitmotif Smiley-Face.)
Hahaha. That did occur to me.
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