Wednesday, February 23, 2000
 
 
I stopped keeping my fingernail clippers in my left coat pocket — my left hand wouldn't leave it alone.
 
The business end of a broken plastic fork lay near its previous non business end.
 
I'm having the hardest time deciding on a beverage.
 
A man bit into a yellow pepper and I knew exactly what was going on in his mouth.
 
  
     
     
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