Saul used to talk about the Greeks on our smoke breaks.
He had quite a lot of brains.
And sometimes he'd walk through the warehouse with his head down and you'd have to get out of his way, 'cause he'd be thinking about something and wouldn't see you.
He had quite a lot of brains.
It was almost sad when they found them scattered all over his living room wall.
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