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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
I was the coolest kid for a week. You want your hands to smell like cookies? I got you. Cotton candy? I'm your man. But I looked like, to quote teachers and parents, a 'sanitizer junkie' and 'disturbing'. Pictures have now shown me that my hoard was was not anywhere near cool. It was like a giant rubber and plastic tangled mess hanging from my neck and it was NOT a good look.