Then you get strays like me who just pop in to get out of the cold from time to time.
Lol, makes me think the Cullen thread is like the Statue of Liberty in New York.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"





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