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N' you wonder why nobody on the site invites ya over bobby?
Jus' curious . . . when you spit in your facemask, izzatt with, 'r, without a chaw innitt?
('Still gonna ge'cha ta go on a snipe hunt with us. You kin spit all ya like)
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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