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Ron Sullivan

Well, I guess it's good to be the arch- um, something than a mere something. When to you get promoted to, what, Dominion-? Power-?Cherub-?

Gothic? Roman?

Is "Archy" the new POSSLQ?


You know, Ron, some men just have a hard time committing. Words like "rival," "enemy," and "nemesis" are very big words, and a girl just can't expect her true love to come right out and say them, even after eleven years.

"I didn't say I didn't love you or that you didn't love me," he pointed out later in a feeble attempt at reassurance. This was small consolation after he'd made me spew frappuccino out my nose in a public place. That stuff is cold and brown and not very easy on the sinuses.

(sigh) Men. The scamps.

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