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At the grocery store, I ran into an 8-year-old kid from the summer camp I worked at this past summer. He was talking to me about how babies develop mustaches in the womb, and how our first poop is part mustache because we apparently eat said mustache before we are born. I directed him to the blueberry goat cheese that looked like a vacuum sealed purple poop. He loved it. Thennn we talked about parallel universes. I forgot how much I enjoyed talking to him this summer.
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