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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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08.04.22

On my walk last night, I passed Terence, striding down the street with his head down and back sloped, wearing a tracksuit topped with a cowboy hat. He creeps me out, but I say hi to him nevertheless. Turning, he roared, "Do you have children?!" Prick. Later the husband said, "He pretends he's stupid but he's really not."




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