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I've never read Ayn Rand, but in high school there were no less than 2 trillion scholarship offers on the table for the person who could best dissect in an essay whatever novel of Rand's it happened to be for that particular contest. So the temptation was there in the form of a hell of a lot of money. Obviously I was too lazy to partake.
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 "I sweat like a fucking nun on Sunday...I don't even know what that means."
- Sebastian Bach
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