'Member dat time I roomed wit the impregnable hulk? No, th'intellectual, redheaded, widdicism fashion-schism. We lived in a matchbox, walked like West Side, ate 13, 14 apples a dee (big digestive statement at the time). And the dinin' hall? Our playground. Kleptomania. Anything bellow waste height, green light, go, go. Anything above, yellow light, use shifty eyes. Scan carefully. Never matter. No consequences, no fear.Now we's both plus onea dem annual-tings. On th'same dee. How normal. How fittingly normal.
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