R: Giant-Size
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1968? For Pete's sake, Franklin, you're forty-three this year! Move out from Mom and Dad's, will ya, already! You can't hang out in the Baxter Building basement, whoever cool you've made it into your "pad," playing video games and eating Cheet-Os for the rest of your life. Get a job, you bum.
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I'm ashamed at how good it makes me feel that he's older than me.
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