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THOSE OCEAN EYES ARE
SOMETHING I CAN LOOK
INTO EVERYDAY
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A HOCKEY TEAM LEADS THEMSELVES TO
VICTORY. EVERYTHING GOES PERFECTLY WELL UNTIL
ALEX IS MET WITH BLUE...
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IT WAS A COLD BUT TOLERABLE MINNESOTA WINTER. I shuffle into my coat, even more, trying to create warmth.
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My brother and I were looking for some chili for our next prank with Les Averman, Dave Karp, and Peter Mark. Those boys were trying to find a purse to put the dog poo in. Charlie and I ran as fast as we could so we could get the chili to the boys. "I found one! I'm coming out!" Karp yells, even though he's far I could still hear him.
Averman and Peter were probably making jokes about Karp "Thanks, Peter. Thanks very much," Averman says about the current situation.
"Did you get it?" asks Karp.
"Yeah. Right there," I point to Charlie as he takes out a can of chili.
"Here, Petey. Here, boy. A little chili to keep you warm, buddy," Karp says in a baby voice to the close by the dog.
"The warmer, the better," Averman comments. Now we slowly wait for the dog.
"I can't believe he ate the can too," Karp says.
"He sniffs. Sniffs again. Looking for that perfect place. He sniffs some more. He stops. I think this is it. He's turning in a circle! He squats! He scores!" Averman commentates the process, we all cheer. Time to pack it in the bag.
"Full load," Averman cheers holding the bag far from his face. We were all groaning from the disgusting item in the bag.
Finally, we figure out where to put the thing, "Come on. Come on. Give the dollar," Peter says impatiently.
