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Today the Bald Man put a stick in
my mouth and brushed my
teeth like
some sort of crazy.

Worried about that bastard.
Don’t think he’s quite
right, innit.

Seemed important to him, though
the brushing.

Whatever.

I’m game for anything that
leads to a water mouth.

Which reminds me: the other night,
I nearly caught a rabbit.

Haven’t felt that rush in a long time.

Maybe that’s all he needs, the Bald
Man: might just need a good
rabbit catch.

I reckon’ that’s probably it.



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