Grammarman is my evil twin. He is alive and well. Well, OK, he's alive at least. I keep him locked in a dark room and feed him stale bread and tepid water every eight hours.
I have been denying him Internet access. I am sanctimonious enough for the two of us. I may allow him to get back on-line some day. Then again, I may not. Either way, I will pass along your warmest regards.
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