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Don’t hide behind those drapes, boy... come on out here, let us have a look at you. Does he do any tricks? Shake his hand, son. Don’t be shifty eyed or stare at your shoes, they’ll think you’re hiding something. Speak up! Be a man! Stand up for yourself, shout the other guy down. Maybe you can be president someday. All you do is sit in your room, playing with blocks, reading books... Why don’t you play with the other children? Get out there in the crowd! What are you doing roaming in those woods all by yourself? What will you do with all those books you read? Come on... we’re going to town, gonna do some shopping. I know it’s loud, but you’ll get used to it. Gotta be prepared for car horns, jackhammers, gunfire... What are you doing over there? Don’t turn that over. Leave it be. And smile for the camera! Come over here, into the light. Don't skulk around in the shadows like our guilty conscience. Aww...it’s all right. You’re just a bit cracked. Here...a little putty, a little paint, and look how you shine!
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC
Putty And Paint
Don’t hide behind those drapes, boy... come on out here, let us have a look at you. Does he do any tricks? Shake his hand, son. Don’t be shifty eyed or stare at your shoes, they’ll think you’re hiding something. Speak up! Be a man! Stand up for yourself, shout the other guy down. Maybe you can be president someday. All you do is sit in your room, playing with blocks, reading books... Why don’t you play with the other children? Get out there in the crowd! What are you doing roaming in those woods all by yourself? What will you do with all those books you read? Come on... we’re going to town, gonna do some shopping. I know it’s loud, but you’ll get used to it. Gotta be prepared for car horns, jackhammers, gunfire... What are you doing over there? Don’t turn that over. Leave it be. And smile for the camera! Come over here, into the light. Don't skulk around in the shadows like our guilty conscience. Aww...it’s all right. You’re just a bit cracked. Here...a little putty, a little paint, and look how you shine!
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BRihlmann
44/M/Nevada
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC
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