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I remember, on an expedition to the wilds of Conneticut, Garbage had with him several plastic bottles. The plan, he explained to me, was to give these savages the alluring plastics and take their tin cans. I was astonished, for such a plan would have passed through my mind.
I hope for the swiftest off return, dearest Garbage, scholar, dumpster conoisseur, and someone I can call, my greatest friend.