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Friday, 13 February 2015
Friday, 6 February 2015
by
HASH NATION
on
2/06/2015
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Today he was pacing back and forth, dragging his fingers in the dirt and glancing at the people.
Last year, he'd sat there like a stuffed trophy.
Jim, John and I yelled and threw peanuts, a handful of which sold for a nickel from a glass dispenser by the guardrails. When some of the nuts hit him, he picked them up one by one with a hand way too big for the job, but then he delicately picked off the shell with his fingertips, popped...
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