I've ignored it. Wished it would go away. Stuck my tongue out. Made 'z' and 'x' sounds. Walked around like a peahen with my nose extended in the air and neck stretched. But the truth, whether I want to accept it or not, is that I'm stuck with a double chin. Thanks Papa. Got your brains, got the little spot on your face, got your deep brown eyes. Got your double-chin. Shit.
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Good words.
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