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When I think of GD throughout the day, as I often do. I chuckle to myself, as a Hershey bar drops from my trousers, and wonder "Man, that guy sure is the grooviest muchacho I know."
I proceed to pick up my chocolate snack, slowly (due to excruciating back injury), and let the chocolate melt on my fingertips underneath the deafening Michigan summer sun. I suck the milky, chocolatey sludge right off the grains of my fingerprints and fantasize about him actually acknowledging me in a friendly manner.
Maybe.
Maybe, just this once...
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