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Well that was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. I haven't seen or heard the word "jumped" in a long time and the plastic wrapped green lettuce rolling along like a severed head was awesome; LoL moment. It was a perfect time to inject levity, at least that's how I read it.
Two Years in New York (Michael Mohr's "fictional memoir" chapter 14)
Well that was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. I haven't seen or heard the word "jumped" in a long time and the plastic wrapped green lettuce rolling along like a severed head was awesome; LoL moment. It was a perfect time to inject levity, at least that's how I read it.