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She said I looked shorter than in my photograph, which made me feel self-
conscious, since in the photograph I was three inches tall.  Suffocation
was his anti-oxidant.  “Some infinite series converge to a finite number.” 
Choose one:  smooth jazz is the apex of a) civilization or b) barbarism.
Heck, I can remember when everybody thought it was some kind of weird mistake
when one of your fillings started to broadcast a radio commercial.

 

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Another one of those nosebleeds you get for no reason.  Not a day dream that
prompts you to do something, but one that you have as a mental place-holder
until a more focused thought comes along.  She asked, “Doesn’t the fact that
you can’t feel your brain make you suspicious?”  Listening to some music,
feeling good, thinking, I’d like to listen to some music.

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