Spitball Army

RIP William Windom, who led me to read James Thurber, which inspired me to write a story for my Sophomore English class which received a 0.

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Waiting to get my hands on you. When I do, I’ll literally squeeze the love right out of you.

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Approximate playing time: 76 minutes.

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I almost ate too much candy yesterday. I ate the biggest half of 2 pounds of hard candy. It was good, but it almost got me down. I was munching on it all afternoon and last night.

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One of my buddies has a novel way of keeping up his correspondence. He boasts at least 6 letters a week to his wife. That’s all very well and good, but I don’t like the way he does it.

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Think nothing of it if there are any blotches on the letter. I’ve been lucky so far; but the way the sweat is dripping off my forehead, I don’t think my luck will last.

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My fever spikes. Sister takes me from class to the convent and makes me drink peach nectar from a can. Now I have a stomach ache.

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I just came back from a pre-rating test in radio. I think I did fairly good on it.

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It may never have occurred to many of his critics that Ted Kennedy acted as a mirror, showing them not only the best, but also the worst, in themselves.

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