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Jun 2012
It’s funny how when I see these guys I know who are really tall and skinny, their bodies are such that whenever they move,
    I expect to hear some sort of clack-clack noise of their joints and arms and legs
    as if they were marionette puppets being dangled by some unseen force and they go clack-clack in and out of rooms and doorways
    But they don’t go clack-clack
    Now that I’ve figured out what noise they should be making,
    I have to spend my **** time trying to figure out what noise they ARE making.
    But I’m not really close enough to hear.
Written by
Rebecca Kane
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