How coincidental that just yesterday I saw a man with an orange head. Actually, his entire self was orange. Well, I guess it was just his pimp outfit and his bizarre I-look-like-I-have-just-robbed-a-bank stockinglike head covering and not technically his actual head, but basically he was entirely orange head to toe. A six-foot, bright orange pimp. And I swear that I am not making any of this up. He was walking down the street singing. And I repeat, I am not making this up.
Why do i start to think you've been using your ninja skills to spy on me and my thus-far unsuccessfully consumated publishing career?
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