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The Moxie Nerve Food Tonic
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Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: right behind you
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Mar 25th, 2003, 01:18 PM
Oh, man. I got some serious stories. He was one very different kid, and that's coming from someone who knows.
His extremely worried eyebrows have not changed at all. He had an almost permanently worried expression. I liked him a lot, but he required serious watching because you never knew what he might do.
Once coming back to the bunk from a bar, (my night off) and thinking for some unrecallable reason that the light on in the bathroom meant that Ben somebody or other, a very stable eight year old with a good sense of humor must be the one out of eleven kids I took care of using the John. I leapt around the corner doing my very best bear immitation, and it was Adrian. He turned totally white, lurched away from the urinal moaning and very nearly passed out.
I spent the entire night awake with him and all he would say was "I got the chills, Max" about once every ten minutes.
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