Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Quality of Pirated Goods

Imagine a robber coming to your house and demand -

 "I WANT YOUR FUCKING TRASH! I WANT YOUR GODDAMN TRASH! GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR TRASH! GO! GO AND FETCH IT FOR ME!"

 Whatever the fuck are they even . . .

 Small things, but you can write a solid economic theory out of this.

 Help me, Diary .  Help me understand this .  Help me help them. If I go to France, and I don't find a good classical group in any of the settings I can think of, I don't know what I'm goin -

 At least I won't be running the risk of overdressing. I gotta go to the beach some day . . .   ( it's not fair that Fausto Puglisi usually runs at 410 a piece, but wearing a t shirt is more . . . I'm just not comfortable in it . )

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