I said "Merry Christmas" and checked in on the skateboard. It's, like, way cool. Every part is right.
When it came into this house, I was telling the grandmother, Michael and I stood over it a long time and looked at it. I'm 47 and Michael is 37, and we be way too old to take that stuff up now. But there was longing.
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