No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids loo — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
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No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's . . ." "And?" "No damn cat, and no damn cradle.

— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Cat's Cradle
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