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One time I had a weird dream. First you told me that Will Smith was your favorite singer and then we were runnin’ around an old TV turn dial until the presidential debate flashed dully in black an’ white on the screen. You started cryin’ an’ told me that red, white, an’ blue is a ‘fashion faux pas’ unless one of the colors is in sequins. I didn’t know what ‘fashion faux pas’ meant, so I looked it up on Google. The first line in the search result featured a tiny thumbnail picture of my Grandma wearing polka dots. The line next to it read “Grandma wants to know what ‘Google’ means. I didn’t know how to define Google without infringing on copyright law. So then I swung ‘round on my swivel chair and I fell off a cliff.