It was the way Greg did it, all Rambo with a few ballerina twirls. He'd come out of there more earth than man and every last inch of him splattered with green. On the way out he always told the same joke, and we looked forward to it every bit as much as soothing cocoa with a bedtime story. "Oh no," he'd say, his grin already spreading, "I dyed."
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