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I miss being a ten year old. There's much more alacrity in debating the existence of Santa down by the park with your neighbors, than there is in debating the existence of God on the bathroom floor with the barrel of a gun.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
My Gun Can Never Seem To Hold a Conversation
I miss being a ten year old. There's much more alacrity in debating the existence of Santa down by the park with your neighbors, than there is in debating the existence of God on the bathroom floor with the barrel of a gun.
alex-mcdaniel
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
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