On the edge of your bed, anxiously waiting for the reply to come to your lips, I show no sign of impatience. The next few words that fall upon my ears were the last words I'd ever imagine to come from your mouth. You tell me reasons for which I should never wear a paper bag over my head in public, and if I ever chose to do so, you'd be right along
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