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The entire house smelt like burnt rubber. It hurt to breathe. He opened the bedroom door. And that is how it’s done, he said with authority.

He admired his moustache in the mirror. He found it stately. He turned around. His girlfriend was on the toilet. I said get out! she yelled.

He hears the neighbor farting in the backyard and he laughs and hears a woman’s voice say “Excuse me,” and he get turned on and goes inside.

As he mows the lawn his mind wanders and then he finds himself on the ground laughing and being childish. And he thinks he’ll never grow up.