When I was 11 years old, I knew this kid named Stumpy McPherson. I don’t know why he was called Stumpy, except that he was really short and squatty in stature. Stumpy liked to eat peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. Like crazy. He always kind of smelled like peanut butter and marshmallows. Heaven only knows how many of those things his mother let him eat. He also wore bright red Chuck Taylor’s. I had a pair of black Chuck Taylor’s. I was faster than Stumpy when we’d have a leg race. I’m not sure if it was the shoes, or the fact that all those pb&m sandwiches were slowing him down. Run Stumpy Run.
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