Of course he needs specially tailored clothes, but at least he can pay for them now, not like when he was a child wearing crude home-sewn pants. He waltzes, but can’t two-step. He never learned to ride a bicycle, but now he’s a Formula 1 driver, with one foot each for the gas, brake and clutch. He was banned from the three-legged race at the company picnic for having a leg up on the competition.
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