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TO RICHIE TOZIER

just for you

The mouth was armor. The jokes were load-bearing. Behind every impression was a kid terrified of being seen accurately — and it turns out the loud ones feel the most. Your humor held seven lives together. That's structural work, Trashmouth. Filed with respect.