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I hoard the little slips of packaging cardboard that hold up peanut butter cups candies because — c'mon, who else is looking out for these little guys? With all this wind? They'd wind up in the sewer. And no one's adopting them with those visible grease stains. Chocolate grease.
Like peppermint sludge. Once you in the sewer, you stay down there.
To date, I've saved 86,000 little slips of cardboard from god's mercy.

You wake up surrounded by golf clubs. You realize then, and only then, the depth of your error.
Proceed to yellow square 13.

Wear the overalls to the job interview. Wear the overalls to the job interview. Wear the overalls and sing a song. Wear the overalls to the job interview and sing an ugly song. To the bear. Sing the song to the bear who sees right through you. Sees your truth. The bear sees your past. It knows your mistake. It knows nothing, just as God intended, but it knows your mistake. The bear knows which button you really pressed. So you sing the song to keep the bear still. To keep the bear from getting bigger.