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Scooter
--Mom--
Registered: December 2004
Location: Gopher Ridge, Florida
Posts: 1,776
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Interesting subject matter
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Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death hates that!
You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.
'I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.'
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