Perplexed? Lovesick? Lonely? Eager to locate the whereabouts of your most beautiful son/daughter/favorite bull? Unsure at times what signifies the nature of existence and the tiny stitch you have been alloted within the fabric of the cosmos? Alea iacta est. You may as well relax… and ask a classicist.
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