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Paper shoes and sweat pants are two of the most despicable creations known to man and he understands a little of why Martin has stripped at the dinner table. Why he is currently screaming and writhing in the floor smearing himself with mashed potatoes? Not so much...
Elliot's spoon hovers in mid air, a sour look on his face. It's distasteful.
It's a regular day in Brookline mental ward.