I don't know what's more interesting, the fact that this letter has been lost in the mail since September 1943, or that it's junk mail.
Organ donor? Cremation? Traditional burial? Why not place your loved one in a unique resting place? (He always wanted to be a writer...)
Playboy comes to my alma mater, only thirty-two years late. Go, you Brazilian dawgs.
It may not be green so much as a slightly greener shade of brown.
Is it possible to be on the Billboard list if you don't have an album? Well, yes, now. (NY Times story requires registration.)
Receiving fines and points had no significant impact on the risk of repeat [traffic] citations. Great, now you tell me.
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