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meretricious dilettante
Join Date: Jan 2003
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He climbs out of his crib and stares at the stars on Christmas morning, and falls into bed that night when his baby is born; he eats weiners and beans for breakfast and creme fraiche for lunch. He cries and laughs at once and no one thinks this unusual, but when his eyes are both open and closed, they insist on one or the other. He can't explain, it's his only Secret
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