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Ya know Nadine, I truly do wanna feel for your tire problem n'all, but your constant rubbin' it in about your raggtopp-weather while we endure real winter in varyin' degrees has me wishin' you seagulls. Lots'a seagulls.
Lots'a seagulls whut ain't downloaded in a month!
'S'good havin' ya aboard.
Be well,
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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