I hate those tight quarters. You go to spend one quarter and the other quarter goes with it. You look down and say, "I only need 25 cents!" but the other quarter just wont let go! He's all "no, you can't separate us. We is TIGHT! like brothers y'all" And you look down again with confusion and say "I can't understand you when you talk gangster. You know that" and the quarter's all like "naw dawg, its my bad. I just forgot. If you will pardon my, you simple can't separate me and my brother quarter, godfrey, over yonder. We are bound to each other by the blood, sir"... and then you wake up.
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