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The Sunday Papers

Sundays are for waking up for the sixth day in a row of less than 5 hours of sleep a night, ironing a suit, discussing whether orgasms are an emotion or not then compiling a list of the fine (mostly) games related reading I've picked up before I came here then running off to San Diego Comic Con for another hard day on the floor. Let's just hope I don't link to a Daisy-age rap song I've been trying to explain to McKelvie all week.

Failed.

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