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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.
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Baby You're a Girlie-Man
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I Wish I Saw Her Standing There
Magical Mystery Trot
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Sexy Statey
She Ran By With Legs Akimbo
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