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13 April 2007: What a sad day for those who enjoy to read. Or maybe it isn't really. I am aware that two days have passed since Mr Kurt Vonnegut did the same, Eleven April Two-thousand Seven was the culprit to be sure. He has left writing behind him, but those words, which found their predetermined paths squeezing them from Mr Kurt Vonnegut's mind to whatever nearby papers happened to accept words, remain. It is always fortunate and unfortunate alike that we should have and lose one such as he, that we had him was probably more fortunate than un. But what about for him?
I decided to rid the site of this section -- no one wants or needs to read it, and I am satisfied with this decision. Gotcha! But I did remove this section.
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