Something called Epoch Times is handed out occasionally at my train station. It seems to have pretty benign stories, but, though I admit I haven't perused it closely, something about it, the feel, the pretentious name, gives me a creepy twinge.
Anyone know more?
Sunday selections without the rules. - As fond as I am of having a lap pool, I could make do with this lovely spa with a view. As you see it was the strawberries and chocolate that caught my ...
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