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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."
"Oh, That Wifey!"
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3 comments:
It depends how old the lightbulb is?
Number nine? Number nine?
One. The rest of them just stand around and watch.
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