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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and...Read More

I don’t want to go. Sweet, maybe… Passionate, I suppose… But don’t ever mistake that for nice. There’s something else I’ve always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can’t spend the rest of mine...Read More

Nine hundred years of time and space, and I’ve never been slapped by someone’s mother. Well, my Doctorate is purely honorary and Harry is only qualified to work on sailors. This stuff, or whoever sent it, is cleverer than we are. Unfortunate, isn’t it? Why...Read More

Please tell me I didn’t get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh… is he grey? It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Usually called ‘The Doctor.’ Or ‘The Caretaker.’ Or ‘Get off this planet.’ Though, strictly speaking, that probably...Read More