before I’m stricken down by overwhelming heartiness Lindo, remember my hands flagging down my elbows when I suddenly bent them at asymmetric angles and thrust them toward my second rib to cry out a phlegmy Milwaukee born Hrrrrraaghh! I’m stricken up like that often you know- I’ve watched you you flinch with a smile three…

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