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Thursday, February 12, 2004
At the library, I browsed through the comic books on the lowest shelf. On the other side of the shelf, in the cookbook section, was a short white-bearded little elf man in black jogging pants and a grey sweatshirt. He scratched his armpit. Then his hand slipped down and he scratched his crotch.
I wonder what he was thinking of cooking.
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