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used up all of my friends, but who needs them?
Me and Piper? Same person. Believe me, I often imagine myself wielding an ax and wearing way too much leather. And we all know me and motorcycles. I told my mother I wanted to ride a motorcycle before I die and she was like, "Grrr." I think that's actually the sound she made. I'm pretty sure that she has been on one, but my mother's one of those "do as I say, not as I do" type of parents - that's what you get for having been a hippie, mom.
Piper: Leave it to me to fall for a dead guy.
Phoebe: At least he wasn't a warlock.
Of course she does end up marrying a whitelighter.
Also, thank God for an A in Topics in Economic History. I don't want to never be able to think about Malthusian pressure again, since I use it to argue everything these days. And thank God for my disaster shows, because I can't watch SportsCenter fawn over Texas.