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There's a guy underneath my window smoking a cigarette and singing Jigglypuff's song very quietly. I don't hear any other voices, I can just smell the smoke and hear the song and it's just one man, alone under the summer sky, pretending he's a Jigglypuff in the warm June dark.
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Shane: hey there pokeymans, it's me ya boy!
Ryan, wielding a waterpistol full of holy water: don't try, Giovanni!
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