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Susan and I get a kick out of stacking everyone's glasses when they use the ones with the grooves in the bottom. Susan use to sit out in the yard and look for four leaf clovers all day. Susan use to also stomp in fresh cow poop piles to watch them splatter. Susan hit me in the head with a baseball bat when I was four and I had to get twelve stitches. I don't know why I am squinting in this picture. Susan is probably pinching me.