We go together like peanut butter and jelly

I was just passing the local school on my way back from a jog. All right, all right, I didn't jog the whole way, but that's not the point.



I was passing the school, like I said. The school children were outside, jogging around the playground. As I got close I heard one boy say, with obvious concern: "Come on, he's going to shout at you if you don't hurry up."

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