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Handyman
When I was still little, my father would carry me around on his
shoulders every time we went to the grocery store. I was always happy, sitting above everyone
else--up high, chewing gum, and happy.
He would ask me, "Are you still chewing your gum?"
"Yes," I would say. If I wasn't, I had swallowed it.
I was that kind of little.
One day at the grocery store, he asked me "Are you still chewing your gum?"
"No," I replied.
"Yes," I would say. If I wasn't, I had swallowed it.
I was that kind of little.
"No," I replied.
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