TINTIN,
You're killing me here, man!
Maybe I go to France and find your name on a tombstone, because I think you've died and gone to heaven. Beautiful land, beautiful house, beautiful children, don't have to work , and a beautiful wife who understands and is OK with you to go to LOS twice in each winter. This is more than any man has a right even to hope for!
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LOS is warm, soft, smooth, and brown.
