“You’re the one slinging accusations of purity, not me!” Ming just read me from a facebook argument, which I found funny. “How do you sling an accusation of purity?” I asked. “Wouldn’t that be nothing? Like slinging air?” The idea of snow. The idea of a fluffy cloud. He mentioned a friend who specializes in… Read More »
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