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It was my first trip to the market in over sixty years. Suddenly a strange animal blocked my path. We stared at each other for ten minutes.
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Finally I could bear the silence no longer. I had to speak to this thing with the face of a Dustbuster and an unmentionable tattoo.
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| I'm a damn donkey, Aunt May. What do I look like? | |
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| It was a youthful indiscretion. | |
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