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Well that's about all for now, please reply soon. Vest, Daily Gaggle.
Having the last say, particularly to Andrew 'B' Esq, the bane of misspellers.(Is that a word.)
It is in vain to set up a language police to prevent developments. (I have always suspected that correctness is the last refuge of those who have nothing to say.
English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgement, and education - sometimes it is sheer luck, like crossing a street.)
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18 March 2009.
"You have to be in it to win it" so the lotto line goes, so interested relatives and friends may have a VESTED interest in a gratuitous windfall should they make it before the deadline. Don't come whining later if you miss out.
Have a thoughtful day.
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