Oh, the palpable earnestness! Oh, the saccharine fervor of untapped expression!
Oh, the unspoken fear that the pearl in the clench-jawed clam has been, after all this prying, just the orphaned relic of a J.C. Penny necklace, fated to bounce forever on a scratched linoleum floor, in the display room of Bob's Furniture Outlet on the business loop just north of Dante’s rings.
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I'll have what he's having. Dude.
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