For the sake of honesty

My father bestowed in me a love for antique cars and the ability to build anything I dream. My brothers taught me to climb trees, read comic books and talk with enough attitude to cover for my small stature. I garden, landscape, aptly take care of my car, have a rabid flare for adventure, barbeque in the summer and can start a fire better than most boys I know. All of that is fine and good but this also is true, Jane Austen ruins me.


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