Canny shrimp whistled their pale hellos, and we thanked them with tins of biscuits, canned fruits, and simple staples. Checkered napkins made bibs for Mormons as the pancake syrup was passed around a klatch of swarthy Popeyes in a pigtailed ziggurat of frenzied smiles tunnelling through the manfolk like a wavicle.
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Uhm. Sleep deprivation?
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