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One summer when I was a kid, my mom and sister and I were painting the trim on the front of the house. The Schwann's man stopped and my mom got off the ladder to talk to him about her order. I pretended to flick my paintbrush at him as a joke. Paint actually came off and hit him in the back of the head. My sister and I almost fell off our ladders laughing. Then he rubbed the back of his head with his hand, smearing it in his hair.
That's my Schwann's story.
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