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"Am I made of glass, 'cause you see right through me."
"Am I made of glass, 'cause you see right through me."
So.
Some guy walks into the bookstore with his yellow clad baby. Dont ask me why the colour of the baby's clothes is important, it just is. The man proceeds to wander around the tables of books, in a strange daze. Finally, he comes to the finance sections and sets his baby on the table. He sets his baby on the table. He sets his baby on the fucking table.
Um, excuse me sir, but can you move your baby?
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