You pour coffee.
Possibly even well.
But I think I'll just call you Barry.
Love,
I AINT NO OPRAH
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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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