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I just need to point out that I'm the outcast in my middle-class white suburban haven because I'm the only one who doesn't wear Crocs to the neighborhood cookouts and - are you ready for this - I'm a vegetarian. I think when you grow up you have to wear Crocs that match the ones your wife and kids wear (yes, they all have them too). But I also don't own the obligatory cargo shorts, bright colored polos and sports memorobilia. I'm pretty sure these are the rules, but I've misplaced the handbook.
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