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Every day (and moreso over the commercialy mandated gift giving season than normal) I will check the park for attractive women. In doing so periodically over the last fourty-eight hours I have deduced that I am the only person in this part of town not to get a puppy for christmas. Perhaps Mars would have bought me one if I didn't spend so much time looking at girls jogging through the park.

Neal was worse, though. He was always peeking.