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I have always liked pandas; they’re god’s clowns. Seriously, what’s up with that coloring — it can’t serve a purpose; black and white can’t help them blend into bamboo forests, can it? It’s got to be just for the sake of utter cuteness.
By the way, just heard an interesting segment of This American Life about an American in India who got amnesia (turns out, probably from his anti-malaria drugs) and his story. Reminded me of you.
The Pandas are cute.