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i. just. couldn't. resist.
look out and lock up your daughters, everyone, we're in the presence of remy lebeau (gambit). that's right, you're that smooth-talkin' cajun boy with a flare for making women swoon and a great love for all things shiny and stealable. sure, you're forever on the run from your past, but there's no reason why you can't run from it in style, oui?
posted February 23, 2002 in crap, print.