I like eating fried chicken from the bucket, wearing aviators, hiding in the bushes and watching people with binoculars. Even though the aviators get in the way of the binoculars, and its usually (but not always) night time when I do this, aviators are essential. I eat the fried chicken with one hand, and the other hand keeps the binoculars up. Sometimes I stop eating the chicken, and use my free hand to do other things. Like waving at the people I'm watching, thinking maybe they'll wave back, and be my friend. And we could eat fried chicken together. And I wouldn't be so alone. And, and, and....
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