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Fatherhood requires love, not DNA. 
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Beware of cacti.
The real reason behind the disaster of the K–Pg extinction.
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Wolverine & Gambit: Victims (1995)
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Jane, no!
Don’t drink from this bottle!
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Photography from CataWiki.
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The Men That Don't Fit In
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin,    And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood,    And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,    And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;    They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are,    And they want the strange and new. They say: "Could I find my proper groove,    What a deep mark I would make!" So they chop and change, and each fresh move    Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs    With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones    Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled,    Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,    In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;    He has just done things by half. Life's been a jolly good joke on him,   And now is the time to laugh. Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;    He was never meant to win; He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;    He's a man who won't fit in.
— The Men That Don't Fit In, from The Spell of the Yukon, and Other Verses by Robert W. Service (1907)
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