One's delicate lugs are exceedingly well attuned to the foreboding sound of breaking things (it usually means that I'm in trouble), so one was terribly interested earlier this evening to hear the grind of twisted ego and the crash of vanity as reality bit home.
Guess what?
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You have your cryptic trousers on today then.
Seemed clear enough to me ...
4 - 1 - 1 - 1 - 1 + 1 + a + b + c - c - b ?
Nope, more -1b thus making 1a an illogical number.
Oh dearie me, oh dearie me indeed!
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