Sunday morning I'm sitting on the sofa, smoking a bowl and trying to overcome the red-wine hangover from the night before. It's a little before noon, when the whole couch starts shimmying. I lean over, head between my knees, and start poking around in the torn lining on the bottom of the thing. "Hey DeeDeeCat, you're making the whole couch shake.
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like, the albert whitted airplanes?
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And, you know, I'm totally likethis with the cosmos and stuff. That helps.
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