So... final thought. When I was eleven years old. I loved magic, special effects especially fire effects. I also had an "on call" for dry ice from the local grocery store. Fog, Fire, Magic... that is what I loved as an 11 year old. I was always using wet flammable rubber cement to destroy a hot-wheels car with fire. It was so cool. So, why was 11 so special I wonder. Do all 11 year old boys like such stuff. And what could possibly be the importance of 11? 12,13,14 I had graduated to black gun powder for smoke and expensive boxes for tricks. And yet, I recall 11. Not sure why. Sorry to share a boring part of my life with you on here. Back to the dieing discussion.
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