Though I did not cry, a small piece of my childhood died with him as I recount the numerous occasions on which I watched his shows while my mother napped all weekend long in the livingroom.
He was kind of like my crazy, Australian, televised babysitter.
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Though I did not cry, a small piece of my childhood died with him as I recount the numerous occasions on which I watched his shows while my mother napped all weekend long in the livingroom.
He was kind of like my crazy, Australian, televised babysitter.
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