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Beeb . . . . . mos'timez yuh jus' got me scratchin' my head ('R, that maybe could godda'doo with my monthly bath gettin' near due.) wonderin' where yer takin' us.
N' sometimez I jus' godda raise'a glass bro.
Righteous.
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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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