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Don, yuh simply godda gedda change'a venue.
'Soundz like groundz fer a road-trip ta another one'a yer "villez" whut'z got somethin' a liddle more interestin'n milez'a corn. ('Figure yer pullin' our chain about the cow)
N' H2, it wuzz'a day whut ended in "y", so I figured you were out'n about on somethin' with a rudder.
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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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