Down the highway from the TGI Friday's, across the parking lot from the Linens N' Things, beneath the giant billboard  advertising some kind of lady's shaver, there stands a house. In this house, there lives a man. He is a man of average height and modest intellect. An ordinary man in every respect, save that he has been kissed by the fragrant, trembling  lips of Destiny, herself. This man is named Larry Jones. He lives in No-Town...

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