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Flip, as ye ride off inta the noonday sun, yer absatutely keerect: this ol' feller'z headin' off ta the softer climez'a me bed.
You take care'a our flip fer us, hear?
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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