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I want to come over to your apartment and unleash the playpen balls. They will tumble down the stairs and Lola will get excited and follow them. Then we will all go to the park and solve numerous social and political problems while smelling all the interesting spots around the bottoms of the trees.

I don't know what we'll do with the leftover playpen balls. Maybe put them in my bike bag and drag them away down the street.

I miss you. This town is overrun with clean-cut youth.