I played Resident Evil last night, seeing as I was alone at the house and could deal out carnage at will.
And then my dreams were violent and scary. I barely got away with my life! Seriously.
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- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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