One way ticket to Mordor, please, for the random creepy-looking guy who passed me in an empty hallway between the cafeteria and central supply late the other night and said, "Hey, no ring. Not married? What's your phone number?"
Also assigned to Mordor is that it only seems to be the random creepy guys who ask. 
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People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.
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