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My consumption of all things plastic began at an early age. |
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The little nose-picker. |
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J is for Jeffrey. |
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My fingers had already been in the frosting. |
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My front yard in San Francisco. |
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Yet another birthday. Probably my cousin Erica's. |
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Man, what a dinky tree. Mom still has that Santa ornament. |
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"Eh? What's this? What's going on? Where did that come
from?" |
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Me, some vinyl, and a paper bag. |