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Milo . . buddy . . pal . . your 'burger wuz paid for.
Pablo et it.
Aye laddie. It's a frightful scary crew'a rascals, thieves, scoundrels, cut-throats n' scalawags, it surely izz . . . but way down deep in'a holes wherein use'ta reside their immortal souls . . .
they're okay.
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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