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So what? Just some pieces of paper. I "hang out" in front of junior-high schools every afternoon, waiting for the little bus to pick me up, and I see paper all the time. Everywhere I go, from the office of my court-ordered psychiatrist to the floor of my cage in Grannie's basement, I see paper in some form.
You 'people' should go 'out' into the real 'world'.
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