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Yu'll be gettin' no special faverz swab.
Yuh leave, yer bunk goes ta the next warm body whutz pullin' duty.
(When yuh come back yuh can have my bunk. 'Never had much use fer it anywayz.)
Be well dez, yu'll be missed.
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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