"Hello Mr. Pavarotti." I say in the morning, to Pavarotti.
Pavarotti just stares at me.
"He's forgetful." says Chung Tzu. "The only way he remembers things is when he acts rambunctiously."
Pavarotti jumps up and grabs a can of silly string, and starts covering me with it.
"I remember you now." he says, as the can sprays and sprays.
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St Louis Park
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