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"be carefully hang the mouthpieces on a rack built into the mecha bong" they're just like me

"to condense fact from the vapor of nuance..."

She just looked at him over the rotating pencil like, "how slow can a mammal be and still have respiratory functions?"

But in the bleak light of full adulthood, which is to one's early twenties as Sunday morning is to Saturday night, he can clearly see what it really amounts to: he's broke and unemployed