Now for a Truman story. Last night he got out of the tub. He had washed his hair and it was still wet when he combed it. He came downstairs laughing and told his mother that he had a crack in his head. She couldn't figure out what he was saying. He repeated that he had put a crack in his head. When she didn't understand again, he took her to the mirror and pointed to the part in his hair and said, "See, I have a crack." He cracks me up.
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CUTE TRUMIE!
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