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December 23, 2016

It's All About the Bass (Number Ten)

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December 22, 2016

It's All About the Bass (Prologue)

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Shaun M Wheeler: 51 year-old blogger, fediverse participant, and Usenet dweller. Known since 1997 as Conceited Jerk, Dove Grace, and Sparc IPX. I like commas, ellipses, and heavy use of bold and italics.

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