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Relax, Helen. I keep my ID safely locked away, but apparently the bugger does know how to type... How he got that arm out of the straitjacket -that's a whole other conversation.
Just having a bit of fun poking at the silliness of human nature. We all wear multitudes of masks, the appearance of which differ given the angle, circumstance, and the position of the viewer.
OTOH, how does that old saw go about the Devil's greatest trick being convincing others that he doesn't exist?
I still insist that the dog may have had something to do with the batteries being dead. She's just too happy and always glad to see you with that phoney doggy smile and that little dance... Just plain makes me nervous. ;-)
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