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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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3 comments:
Looks like one of them Mohammedans to me. Can I punch him with a bullet, maybe?
He looks a bit like you...a relative, maybe? Saul??
Nope...not me!
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