OH DARLING, I'VE BEEN MEANING TO CALL YOU, TO HAVE YOU OVER FOR TEA, TO WORK WITH YOU ON THE GOVERNMENTAL IMPINGEMENT OF YOUR RIGHTS TO LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS BUT THAT DANG GONE TRAIT OF XENOPHOBIA RAISED ITS HEAD AGAIN, AND I HAD TO LEAVE YOU TO YOUR OWN DEVICES TO FIND NEW FRIENDS IN THIS NEW LAND OF FREEDOM WHILE I CONTINUE MY LIKE-MINDED ASSOCIATIONS.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenophobia
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I know this word and sometimes seem to be drifting into this fearsome condition. Or is that the fear of spiders. No, that's Arachnaphopia. there was an awful movie on last night with a just as awful ending. No hero, no miracle ... they all died wrapped in a spider's cocoon. Do spiders even make cocoons? No wonder, it starred William Shatner ... oh well back to my fear of leaving home.
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