GUY: "You smell like beer."
ME: "I just had a beer with lunch."
GUY: "What did you have for lunch?"
ME: "Beer."
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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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