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Definitely Reggio's Pizzeria on Magie Ave in Union.
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I don't know. That's what everyone has always called me since I was little. It's just habit now I suppose.
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I think it also stems from a deeper fear of that is which is unlike you and a worldview too small and you-centric that doesn't allow for anyone else to be or think differently than you do.
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I am me. :)
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Thanks! I appreciate it.
I don't, however, see where the question is therein contained above, and so I will just pretend that you appended a question to the end of your message and will answer accordingly:
The question of what exist beyond the edge of the known universe - beyond, what we can assume by all practical purposes, the limits of space and time itself - is one too difficult to ask with our current understanding of the cosmos. Some have speculated a form of walled divide separating one side from another, and this may well be. Perhaps, rather, there is no hard edge but rather a fuzzy divide where matter, and antimatter for that purpose, cease and become something other. The reality is that we shall never be able to answer this question for, by our current measurements, the known universe is approximately 156 Billion lightyears across... well exceeding the average lifespan of a human being by at least 155.9999999 Billion lightyears, making it impossible for us to ever come to that edge. It is, however, a fun exercise to think about what could possibly exist beyond the edge of all that exists, and I thank you for your question. :) -
That's the best way to improve vocabulary. :)
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It always pays to be thorough.
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In the subject of pie, there is much to speak of for there is a great variety when it comes to items belonging to the pie species. To answer such a question with a simplistic "yes" or "no" would, at best, provide and incomplete and inadequate response.
Attesting to the goodness of pie: One can never go wrong with the seasonal classic of pumpkin pie, especially when one is consuming it in such a time period as during the Thanksgiving/Christmas season for which it is the aforementioned classic. Also, though it has been quite some time since I have partaken of this next-mentioned dessert, I do believe that the standard cherry pie would also qualify as a pertaining to the "like" category. Likewise, I do remember one not-so-standard pie of which I had the joy of experiencing quite a many year ago in Pennsylvania. It was a peanut butter pie and it was simply delicious. Sadly, I have not seen nor heard of the local existence of such a pie in excess of the last decade.
As there are usually two sides to every story, so there is a contradictory tale pertaining to the goodness of pie. I do not like blueberry pie, partially because blueberries scare me and partially because... well, blueberries scare me. Of course there are also certain exceptions to this blueberryphobia such as the Blueberry Pop-Tart® (yum) and certain blueberry muffins (also yum), but rest assured that this is the extent to the deviation. In addition to the scareberry, I am not quite the fan of the American classic: apple pie. While it is true that I do love most products bearing the Apple moniker, the pomaceous pastry falls very far from the tree of delight. Lastly, I would be sure to pass on a key lime pie, were it to be passed before my presence. I have no other reason for my dislike of this brand of pie other than it is simply nasty to taste. You are welcomed to disagree with my assessment, however your would be wrong in your disagreement. It is horrid.
And so, as you see, the question of whether or not I like pie will differ greatly based on the pie presently placed before me. I hope this response is of satisfactory quality. -
Of course. I like lots of people. People are wonderful human beings.
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Unfortunately you have been the victim of a vicious and defamatory lie in regards to my character. I cannot dance even a little.
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I have pondered and considered this question for the past two weeks for it is a rather difficult thing to take the collective of everyone you know and refine the list down to a single "most talented" category. For instance, what would I define "talented" as? Shall I select the best musician? Perhaps the greatest artist? Or maybe I should define talent as the smartest in the fields of education. The possibilities are too broad.
And so, after much though, I have decided to answer in this manner: I cannot simply select one out of the hundreds that I know and declare them the "most talented" as I fear it would neglect the many others who are talented in different areas. Instead, I will name those who I look to with amazement as to how they actually do what they do. You will ask who this is, and I answer: the Cedenos collective.
Now, my life is is hectic ball of insanity in and of itself. Busy is an underrated word to describe it. The Cedeno's, however, take the art of packing their schedules to a seemingly unhealthy level to an entirely different atmosphere. Both Carlos, with church and political work, and Jennifer, being principal of a school, have so much on their plates that I don't understand how they can manage to accomplish it all, have a resemblance of normalcy in life, and still find time to sleep an hour or two. My brain feels as thought it might explode with its current workload, and I find myself oft forgetting important appointments and to-do items... even if I write it down. And yet they seem to maintain some level of control and order amidst the chaos of the schedule.
I don't understand how they do it. I doubt I could do it to the same level of quality. I suppose that would count as a talent on their part. -
It would be unfair to compare people to one another as each person is on their own journey to know God and is at a different place relating to their own story.
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I run concerts every week, so it has all kinda blended together into one big mess of really loud music.
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William Hartz’s Bio
Youth worker, media creator, technology geek. Lover of buffalo wings. Trying to live Jesusy.
