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Every SunDay I sat acRoss from him watching as he mIndlessly grabbed for his black pen out of his flannel shirt pockeT Every Sunday we walkEd to the corner stoRe Across the street from our small picket Fence and grabbed a Sunday paper from the bottoM of the Stack. Every SundaY He wore his glasSes instead of his contacts. "It gives me better brain function" he said Every Sunday Every SUnday he asked me the strangest questions imaginable. "WHats a 4 letter word for 'In times past'" to which I would respond "once might fit," or whatever tHe answer could be. Every Sunday we became an invinCible team a word fighting Duo Every SuNday we defeated the greatest villain to newspapers everywhere the NY Times Crossword every sunday i fell in love more and more a never-ending crossword.
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
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Every SunDay I sat acRoss from him watching as he mIndlessly grabbed for his black pen out of his flannel shirt pockeT Every Sunday we walkEd to the corner stoRe Across the street from our small picket Fence and grabbed a Sunday paper from the bottoM of the Stack. Every SundaY He wore his glasSes instead of his contacts. "It gives me better brain function" he said Every Sunday Every SUnday he asked me the strangest questions imaginable. "WHats a 4 letter word for 'In times past'" to which I would respond "once might fit," or whatever tHe answer could be. Every Sunday we became an invinCible team a word fighting Duo Every SuNday we defeated the greatest villain to newspapers everywhere the NY Times Crossword every sunday i fell in love more and more a never-ending crossword.
11-26-17 8:00 pm
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
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