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Yesterday I took some cardboard down to the recycling bins, forgetful of the tiny fez I had on my head. Our resident Crazy Old Guy started in astonishment when he stepped into the elevator.

I must take care not to repeat the performance tonight in a plastic tiara. Possibly I should post a note on my front door:

ARE YOU WEARING A HAT?
IS IT A SILLY HAT?

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