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I met a sponge on the sidewalk. It looked like it had just finished washing a load of dirty dishes pieces of food were all over it, and it was leaking brown slime. I am your brain, said the sponge. I placed my hands on my knees and leaned over. No youre not, I whispered, Youre a sponge. Are you sure? I know a sponge when I see one. Are you sure? My brain is in my head where it should be. Are you sure? I stood up, placed a fingertip on my lips. Frowned. Im pretty sure. A crease formed in the sponges body. A crease that was a taunting smirk. Well. Thats nice. I returned the taunting smirk before stomping on the sponge. Then I swallowed a handful of aspirin and walked away.
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