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Jagg, I think ya might'a stole isu'z thunder.
You jus' know he wuz sittin' there with his finger tensely poised over 'izz send button, waitin' fer someone ta call 'im onnitt.
(Yup. 'See ya hunkered down behind that monitor isu. Oh, 'm'I gonna get blasted fer 'iss!)
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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