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That's Pretty Weird—and When I Say Something's Weird, You Know It's Serious.

Because There Is No Greater Evil Than Ignorance And The Destruction Of Genius. Ignorance Has Been Responsible For More Death, More Bigotry, And More Sin Than Any Other Force. It Is The Destroyer Of Mankind.

John Cusack Is Standing Over There.” I Followed His Incredulous Gaze To Where A Man Very Like Mr. Cusack Did Indeed Stand, Smoking A Cigarette As He Leaned Against A Building. I Sighed. “that’s Not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.” “seriously?” “yup. I Told You He Looked Like John Cusack.” “keyword: Looked. That Guy Doesn’t Look Like Him. That Guy Is Him.

At The Same Time, We Both Pulled Back Briefly Still Oh So Close. Everything In The Word Rested On That Moment. "we Can't..." He Told Me. "i Know," I Agreed. Then His Mouth Was On Mine Again, And This Time I Knew There Would Be No Turning Back.

He Smiled And Tapped My Nose. "two Thank-yous In As Many Days. I Don't Suppose I'll Get To See Any, Uh, Special Gratitude?" I Scoffed. "nope. You'll Just Have To Imagine It." He Gave Me A Half-hug And Released Me. "fair Enough. But I Have A Good Imagination.