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In the ground underneath my house

Drawn up for April 25, 1999.

I cannot say much about this week, for I am trapped in a hole in the ground underneath my house. That stupid neighbor, Mr. Wilson, put me here. Eat what you want. That gives me all the confidence—I do think so. A newspaper called out my name, and I had to leave.