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Yes, my brother Matthew had a perm and I had short shorts.
Grandmother Hlavna encouraged us to be geeks early on in life, by doing things like knitting 14-foot scarves to fuel my Dr. Who needs.
No, I don't know what the hell that facial expression is. I'm blaming Tourette's.
My boss at the flower shop was so old that she didn't know who I was supposed to be. As such, I was allowed to deliver flowers like this. Scared the pee out of people.
I used to be so thin.
Fuck.
benjamin
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