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Learning to Fall: Harmony
That foosball trick is something else! We played and played and played all night long and it was the first time in two years that Zit Head and I didn't pinch or spit or sneak swear words at each other and that was some kind of nice that felt like a warm grilled cheese with peppers in it which is my favorite when mom makes it with extra butter, real butter. I even slipped once and called Zit Head Jillian and not Zit Head or Pus Face or Pizza Nose.
The night Gill the Frenchman who's not from France but still French anyhow and ugly, by the way, he and my Dad took pop's new toy to the basement, Dad told us to keep it on the Q-T and I promised I would and so did Jillian. But not me or her knows what 'on the Q-T' means, so we're just gonna' keep our mouths shut about it for now.
I'm always the green guys with the red numbers and that's the way it is.
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