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I like to guess. I enjoy being faced with a problem in which I have multiple options in route to a possible solution. I find the whole process of chance terribly exciting, and exhilarating to some extent. Retrieve a quarter from your pocket, place your hands behind your back, and request me to deduce which hand possesses the said currency. I assure you Iâ€™ll be more than delighted to entreat your quandary with an answer. Itâ€™s like a multiple choice math test; you donâ€™t know the answerâ€¦but you might. Most guessing games are enthralling: â€˜guess which hand its inâ€™, â€˜how much do I weighâ€™,... (more)
He was slow. He was stocky. He was hilarious. He was the fat kid. Growing up, you knew him too. He was in every community, in every genre of the schoolyard hierarchy from tunnel-slide roughian to the double-dog-dare-girl kisser. The fat kid traversed time appearing in your grandfatherâ€™s one room school house yarns, bell-bottomed clad tales of your motherâ€™s prom, and even sitting shotgun in your older brotherâ€™s Z28 drag racing stories. The fat kid is as universal as laughter, and as soothing as love itself, but there is an epidemic troubling todayâ€™s youth that could possibly remove... (more)
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