Consult stack overflow.
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This makes me chuckle because it was me who did it.
Though not Catholic I went to Catholic school until 7th grade. My parents found a home that summer in the country. Three plus acres, fruit trees, no air conditioning (Sacramento Valley 
), one of the best high schools in Northern California, and the K-8 school 100 yards from the farm.
I was skinny, and 8th grade was turning into hell on earth for the kid from the Catholic school.
But, letās back up. I was born very premature in 1964. I survived, but my grandmother always was hyper vigilant where my health was concerned. She was a hypochondriac, I was becoming one. Every lump, bump, bruise, cough, vomit, the runs, came under her scrutiny.
By 8th grade I had been hospitalized due to birth defects, influenza, an auto accident, on going surgeries, and everyone was waiting for more. I was one of the few my age who worried about Hodgkinās disease, leukemia, basically all the diseases you start to get as an early teen.
Well, I was being picked on. I decided I should do push ups. I had skinny arms, no muscle definition, and I am not sure I could do a push up. But off I went. I did push ups to exhaustion in the evening, after slopping the new pigs we had, and chasing our goddamned steer down the country roads.
One day I had showered and noticed, in the mirror, I had lumps on the back of my arms. It had happened, I had tumors. I was scared crapless. I kept doing push ups, but I knew I was doomed regardless. So, I did live in fear everyday, a) of being beat up in school, b) of being ill.
But finally I showed grandma my tumors. Undoubtedly, with a cigarette in her mouth, she stared down those malignancies and finally said, āThose are muscles you stupid kid.ā
What relief. I would live and I had muscles. Skinny ones!
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2021 is calling. The new answer is consult ChatGPT.
I did and it gave me hot garbage.
āFor this step, go to (website) to learn how to connect to APIā
I swear Iām about as dense as a computer when learning computer things. I canāt figure out stuff unless someone literally says ātype these charactersā or āclick this buttonā. Vague instructions like ācall the APIā donāt make sense
I refuse to use chatGPT.
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Part of the blessing/curse of being a little autistic. Being too literal.
When stuff gets abstract sometimes it just goes āpoof!ā.
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Pretty much every human relationship issue I have ever had. Calculus is way easier than dealing with people.
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āYou feel what? Why? Stop that! That doesnāt make any sense.ā.
That sums up the vast majority of my life of human interaction.
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The most Canadian thing ever.
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For guys who arenāt familiar, heās the singer from Slaughter to Prevail.
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What a nice kitty, you should get yourself one of those.
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Maybe. I like snow leopards.
The big paws out pounce cracks me up. 
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I am wild cat fan myself, love all of them
back in 10th grade (1980) i did a book report on african wild cats, got an A-
i saw an actual snow leopard at the san diego zooā¦gorgeous animal
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I love the big cats.
The only thing I like as much as seeing them in action is seeing them totally dork out!
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I love caracals.
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My wife and I took our kids to the zoo yesterday.
We got to see the tigers play fight. It was ROUGH. You could hear / feel them slamming on to the ground with loud thumps.
My son was cheering.
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I went to the miami zoo about 30 years agoā¦it was cool (60s) and drizzling rainā¦two tigers were on their hind legs battling it outā¦what a sight
if it would have been the normal 90 degrees and humid, they would have been sleeping in the shade, lol
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