I remember reading a book about kangaroos when I was a child. It inspired me to reach new heights in hopping. Sometimes as an infant I would fly. No one believes me now because they weren't around to witness it. But it's true. I had a peculiar fascination with non-reality, just as a child would. And it sounds strange to you all, but everything smelled like cupcakes in those days, cupcakes and sweet tangerines.
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