A wallop.
That's what I've been reading.
Not many things pack wallops.
Snowstorms do.
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4 comments:
How do you pack a wallop? In one of those wheelie suitcases? Cardboard box? What?
You will get the answer soon.
I have spoken.
I liked the longer version better.
The long version bothered me an hour later.
Something was missing.
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