Letters to the Editor
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In the spring, a young man's fancy turns to love..
Mooses, they just rut. Its sort of sad, really. Anyway, at this point, I'm so famisht romance is out of the question! I hardly even know who I am, or who my wife is anymore.
And of course, buckyl, who annihilated my existence with a few keystrokes continues blithely, without so much as a by-your-leave. Let alone an apology. Oh hell, they'll probably stop the War On Iraq before that happens.

