
Johnson hopes it is true. He is bent over in laughter thinking about it, roaring with that famous hoot that has people checking their train schedules. Maybe it will all be the same again. Familiar. Natural. Like running water. "Man," he says, "imagine if I wasn't hurt last year and was coming back like this, working this hard. Oh, yeah, look out for the big fella."
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