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"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
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My dog.
2 comments:
Oh thank goodness! I was worried he had fallen off the fishing boat and we'd have to dredge the lake or something...
I know! What a relief...he's only mooging. Phew.
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