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Now let me just say, I looked over your paperwork, and I must say,
I'm very impressed... very impressed.
If it was entirely up to me, I'd say it's yours.
We'd exchange hand shakes and business cards.
And we'd slip those business cards...
into our,
breast, pockets, there.
So much better than pants pockets.
First of all there in front, all access.
You don't have to worry about anything
SQUEEZING OUT
when you sit down.
And that's a big relief,
for those of us who spend all day
sitting down and standing up.
I want to show you something.
Let me get this hair out of my face.
YES
if it was up to me I would tell you right now
that you have a future here.
And 10 years from now you and I will be
SIPPING THE HARD STUFF
While our wives exchange
BACK SLAPS
And our little boys, run
EXERCISING
their little hearts
beating beneath their child sized
breast
pockets.
Love mom,
Xoxox