I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon.
I grew up in a slum neighborhood - rows of tenements, with stoops, and kids all over the street. It was a real neighborhood - we played kick-the-can and ring-a-levio.
There is no excuse for perjury - never, never, never. There is truth, and the truth demands respect.
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