Every morning we go to the fitness center. Every morning there is the bald-headed chicken plucker there. He wears the same outfit I do. We leave there and go to Wal-Mart to revive my beer supply and there the bald-headed chicken plucker is. We leave the Wal-Mart and go to the library and the bald-headed chicken plucker shows up. We drive home and along the way I see the bald-headed chicken plucker. I think what a boring, routine life that poor bastard lives.
Wait a moment; I think he is emulating and stalking me at the same time. Emulating is fine, but stalking is a little weird.
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