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It's funny, I used to really like goofy t-shirts when I was around twelve. My favorite, which my youngest sister may still have somewhere, had a flamingo on it, of all things. (It was a cartoon by Boynton.) I wore that thing all the time. And then at some point, I decided goofy t-shirts weren't cool. Maybe I've made peace with my uncoolness, or maybe I just don't care whether I'm cool or not. Because, doggone it. I get a giggle every morning I put one of those suckers on.
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