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The grumpy guy sits on a sticky bench while the girl in white tap dances with a big, fakey smile on her face, and he thinks about how he and his friends used to hold their breath until they almost passed out. They'd see stars and lie on their backs, trying to pinch them with their fingers, and sometimes they'd swear they caught some. Then
they discovered a stash of rich-guy rum in an old footlocker, and
it was all downhill from there.
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