I was at my friend Lance Armstrong's house. He
looked so tired.
I said he should take a nap.
He asked what that was.
I
had him lay down on his couch. He said he had never done that before. I
put a blanket over him.
Lance fell asleep so fast that the skin around
his temples and forehead warbled.
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