So every day I have been hearing the Papaya man come by my house. "Papaya, Papaya, Chirimoya, Papaya" ¨Papaya, Papaya, Guayaba, Papaya" "Papaya, Papaya, Chirimoya, Papaya" and on and on he drones. I finally saw him for the first time the other day. He has a bicycle cart loaded with fruit and a shoddy microphone. His head slowly moves back and forth, side to side and on and on he goes "Papaya, Papaya, Chirimoya, Papaya..." To my horror I realized that he reminds me of Teddy Ruxpin's evil brother (we all know Teddy Ruxpin is not evil, no sir ree). I awoke to said Papaya Man this morning gasping for breath and thoroughly freaked out. "Papaya, Papaya, Chirimoya, Papaya..." I'm going to have to start sleeping with earplugs if this keeps up...
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