Gravity's Rainbow

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Holiday anecdote (at least I’m not as crazy as my family)


It’s 6:30am. My sister stretches, makes a noise somewhere between nails on a chalkboard and cartoon opera singer, turns to me and says,

Sometimes when I yawn I feel like an air raid siren. What do you feel like when you yawn?

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