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Trying to maintain my goal of writing SOMEthing every single day but late night + awesome food + good wine = lazy meme theft copout. So: the nearest book to you, open to p.45, first line = your 2012 forecast:
"Things got worse."
Oh dear. This does not bode well.
"Things got worse."
Oh dear. This does not bode well.
