In the murkiest murk, you still have the amazing ability to crack me . . . up. And did I mention that, even when you are trying to outwit me, you fail. I ended a sentence with a preposition. Nothing dangling here except for, well, you know.
All part of my endless female charm and wit, I suppose.
Whatever the he!! it is called, it was dangled. And all I know is, if I ended a sentence with an 'in' a 'to' or a 'with,' in J-School, I got nailed. {sniff} Didn't matter what it was called.
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Hairdog, ready for the pointy toes
Got shot down, huh? And self-comfort is starting to look better spelled as Southern Comfort, regardless if be a woman or a drink?
