The bone marrow folks have recently been faxing me medical forms to make sure I haven't been living for the last ten years in Africa eating hamburgers imported from Britain. I really, really want to match someone. [Full disclosure: since your genetic background determines your bone marrow type, I might not have ever matched Bradley. Although maybe I would have. There are rumors our family is more than just a mix of European countries with a dash of Cherokee thrown in.)
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