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They All Feel This Way

They all feel this way. Sorry. Who? All the Irish and All the Scots, and maybe all the Brits. That is a lot of All’s, I think. They all feel the same way? I query. She nods her head. “Every single one of them.” “So you have met all Irish, all Scots and all Brits?” I ask. She turns haughty. “I don’t have to. I know how they think.”

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