When I see pot-bellied cyclists wearing the 'maillot jaune,' it appals me.
Once I'm at the arena with the guys in the dressing room, and in the bus, and on the plane, I'm a player. And I sit in the back with the players and I play cards and try to take their money.
Obedience keeps the rules. Love knows when to break them.
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