So, I cut this loose thread off of Austin's T-shirt while he was
wearing it.
Austin, seeing me with scissors near his posterior: What are you doing?
Me: You've got a loose string here.
Austin: That's my lucky string.
Me: Your luck is gone.
Austin: It was gone three years ago--ouch! I didn't specify what.
Austin, seeing me with scissors near his posterior: What are you doing?
Me: You've got a loose string here.
Austin: That's my lucky string.
Me: Your luck is gone.
Austin: It was gone three years ago--ouch! I didn't specify what.
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