This summer, I began subscribing to the one major skeptic magazine here in our country, since some stuff that I had been reading up on had come out of that orbit of things, and so I had decided that it was a good thing to subscribe to in order to keep up on stuff.
The first issue wasn't the best, but it was still pretty interesting, and so I told my one (Mexican) coworker at the resthome about it, and I said that she could have all my issues when I'm done with them, if she wants.
"I think you'd like it," I was like.
"That's because I am one," she was like. "My mother and my husband tell me that, all the time."
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