Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
- Alexander Pope
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I ran over and made myself look big so that cars coming down the street would notice us and not run us over. He was now on his side convulsing heavily and continuously.
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As we speak, someone is getting medical treatment at the inaugural indoors ceremony lunch thingie. Details will follow.
It is not the president or the vp or their immediate families. There are a lot of old people there, it could be almost anything.