It was ever so gently pointed out to me in an email that I'd been remiss of late in my proposals to impossibly famous (or not-so-famous) men who don't even know I'm alive. So, in keeping with the spirit of my quest:
Hey, Ian Rankin, will you marry me?
Hey, Ian Rankin, will you marry me?
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Glad to see that really insightful, intelligent people are among the first to notice it.
Incidentally, I intuit that you dropped me off your friends list because there is a certain redundancy with my posts to both my journal and
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