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Whatever mixed company you find yourself among at the holiday table, whatever conflicted familiar / alien / sing-along / freak-out you manage to witness, whatever weird cooking accidents occur, whatever disconcerting family of origin re-enactments you get typecast in, whatever the distance between you and the genepool from whence you came, whatever the boredom of football or King Kong for the Nth time, whatever the degree to which moderation is shunned with the zeal of attendees at a Strippers for Jesus Convention, Remember Members: Whatever. You are one of us.
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