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Here’s a piece of paper with Batman on it. I mean, I love you.
I played the childhood game well. I was an active participant in all the fun that could possibly be had. I finger painted with pudding. I sang “I’m A Little Teapot” and did all the motions. I hunted for eggs like a boss. I ate my Happy Meal and I liked it. I bought it […]
The Waiting 