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My long-delayed entry into the blog world. An advisory to start out with. All views expressed here are my own. Maybe molded. But mine, definitely. And yes, copyright protected. So, please do get in touch with me if you want to reproduce extracts for commercial use or for unacknowledged distribution.

Welcome to the Fool on the Hill.

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The Marauder's Map said…
YOU are Blogisite? You are blogisite? Of all the mean, underhand things to do! And I remember asking Jai in a very concerned manner who he thought this could be and wondering what this chap had against me. Now I know, it's a family feud :D
2:38 AM
kaushik said…
Ah this is a new twist marauder. I always knew Shuman was the Eyes-Wide-Shut types. And this gets manifested in various forms.

I guess its time for a masquerade party............
10:41 PM
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