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  When he awoke, it was 4 a.m. His head was killing him. He would never, ever again drink whatever the hell it was he drank. Nope. Time to get up. Face the world. Bah. zzzzzzzzzzzzz

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  2011-02-16 06:32:43

• 3
  there in that ancient mothballed trunk, amongst the flotsam and jetsam of Christmases past, the car keys his father had lost in 1974. The proof he needed.

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  2011-02-15 06:37:02

• 0
  The largest hands you will ever see grab your head and yank you to the brightest room in the universe. Then one of the largest hands you will ever see belts you on the butt.

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  2011-02-15 06:31:43

• 2
  He knows the first thing she'll say: just because you're not a cat anymore doesn't mean you should be climbing trees.

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  2011-02-15 06:25:54