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| It's just one disappointment after another in my life lately. Mom revoked my car privileges, Dad can't make it to my soccer game, and Fluffy is missing! | |
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| When I'm depressed, there are a couple of things I do to cheer myself up. They always work. First of all, say the word "festoons". | |
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| Yep. It's a proven fact that you can't remain depressed after saying "festoons". | |
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| Festoons! Heh, you're right. I do feel a little bit better. What's the other thing you do? | |
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| Oh, right. That. I torture and kill a neighborhood cat. Tremendous release! You should try it. | |
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