“I am a hollow reed,” Larry said to himself. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It had been an extremely long and difficult day at the Chronicle. He still didn’t think much of this phrase, but he decided it couldn’t hurt. Besides, sitting there in the Mustang no one could hear him talk to himself… or perhaps AT himself.

“I am a hollow reed.” Another deep breath and slow exhale. Larry knew he only had a few minutes before his exuberant cousin Balki would fling the car door open and get in. So he repeated his phrase from his “Think and Grow Calm” tapes. However, he missed the passenger door opening.

“I am a Halloween?” Balki said, misinterpreting what Larry said. “What that means?”

“I am a hollow reed!” Larry corrected and glared at Balki who was grinning at him. “I was trying to relax when you interrupted.”

“I am a Halloween sounds relaxing, even if you won’t tell me what it means,” Balki said, causing Larry to groan loudly.

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