Historically when an astronaut appeared this large on the front page it was because someone actually walked on the moon. I don't know, LA Times. I know it's hard out there for a pimp, but with ads so large that they encroach on story space A1 begins to resemble a web site. And you don't want to invite that comparison. You're better than that. Between this and the fact that, sadly, we seem to have closed the book on the era of Bijan ads, it's like I don't know you anymore. I'm determined, however, to see us through this time of trouble, to get us back to a place where we can be us again. Let's be us again, baby. Text me.
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