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My eyes were but slits now, and the nights were twice
as long as ever before. I savored the few brief hours
of daylight when they came. Then night would fall again,
and the tiny bullets would fill the air and strike me
with their sharp points. Blinking hard, I willed them
to become raindrops, and they did, but alas! As they
turned to water, so did I, melting to the ground and
soaking into the earth.
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You know, jumping over puddles is a lot harder these days. They just don't make puddles like they used to. This one keeps trying to run away.
Why jum[ over the puddles? I'm a "let's see how big a splash we can make with this one!" kind of person myself.
Drain the puddles and put in a strip mall. It's called progress.
Well, I'm pro-grass myself. (uhh.. what does grass have to do with stoned? I don't get it! I'm a stupid cookie! ..duh)
Easy. Dirt contains sand, which is ground up pebbles, which are small stones. Ask me another!
You should tell Jamie that! He could use the hint!
Okay, Dan...why does a bicycle weigh so much?
Because it's bigger than a breadbox, silly! Next!
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