'Night Mary-Ellen, 'Night Elizabeth

John-boy Walton's mole looks on at you like a third eye.  His copy of SICP glows faintly in the moonlight.  He takes his shirt off and beckons you closer with his gentle drawl -- "now, come here."

He smiles and takes off his glasses.  ok i'm going to sleep now sorry

My evaluator is standing straight for attention.

Don't change these.

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