Jack, I swear, I'm no sky-pilot, but a creep pad turns into a confession booth as soon as I squat in it – the chicks really run their mouths some spieling their life histories in my face.

I get terrible butterflies before an exam.

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Then comes the dinner, a glutinous spread that seems simultaneously generous and disgusting, but no one ever touches the food