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Tonight I made a papier mache octopus while sitting on broken apart cardboard boxes which were layed carefully over oil spots in Andy's garage soley for the purpose of sitting on while making a papier mache octopus. There is something to be said for being this relaxed and walking myself home at quarter to twelve when the fog forms curtains hanging from the lampposts of my street: I can't see my house from here.
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