Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
As soon as we'd crossed the tarmac the pilot asked, "Where in the hell are we?"
MinNEso TAH
"Okay, Don't get mad," the young, fresh pilot started to tell the passengers...not Chicago.
We're on it. Now the health care tech under observation by State and insurance technical experts on procedure was picking up hypode...
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