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Once Budd wrapped his soup-coolers around life's popsicle, he went the other way. His closest friends, acquaintances, and even his biological mother thought he was someone else. He enrolled in a projectile-vomiting class, he combed his pubic hair, he told everyone about it, he was not the only one in the world who buttered the bread before putting it in the toaster and thusly causing an electrical accident that killed Auntie. Budd's soup-coolers and his combing. I never really liked him much.
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