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| So you lost the comic? | |
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| I lost the comic. A comic is like a kiss--there is a right time. A comic is like a pear--just ripe for one minute. A comic is like the moment the baseball bat hits the homer. | |
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| So is this comic kissless, overripe, and a miss? | |
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| I'm not even sure I leaned in, reached for the fruit or swung. | |
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| Maybe you slapped your hands together and the mosquito got away... | |
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