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They were the best of chairs, they were the worst of chairs, it was the winter of dispair (mostly that of my legs, which suffered greatly at the hands of the lumpy stuffing)....and now it is the spring of hope, and it's time for them to resuscitate from their ashes.Please forgive me for butchering the beginning of Dickens' classic novel like that, but I just couldn't resist. This is not the... [Read the Rest of this Post]
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