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Brett's uniqueness was a big part of what cemented my initial attraction into love. Yeah, yeah, I know. Everyone's unique in college. But I'm not talking about doing a term paper on the similarities between hashish and hash browns or getting a hole put through a body part.
Brett was afraid of nothing and no one and his favorite thing to do was embarrass himself. He'd tuck a long streamer of toilet paper into the waistband of his jeans and stroll through the cafeteria looking like he'd just taken a dump.
He'd smear his dessert all over his face in the middle of a fancy restaurant, just to make me giggle. Most people would wipe it off when the waiter comes but Brett would leave it on while we paid the check and walked out the door. My sense of humor is chronologically somewhere between a three or a four year old's so I felt like he had been sent to me by God, the one that likes whoopee cushions and wears a big rubber nose.
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