The funny dance guys have overtaken our apartment. I find them every-where, along with the tiny paper clippings that accompany them. They're all similar in appearance...open mouth, feet moving in the same direction, arms to their sides, and according to Somer, dancing the funny dance. Not far from these funny dance guys, it would not be uncommon to stumble upon a yellow sticky note, with her signature, resembling the one I found tonight on the brown chair. One also might find these autographed post-its on a cupboard, a drawer, in the fridge, or perhaps on the toilet. Ahhh...the signs of childhood. 
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