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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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1 comment:
Haw.
For some reason you reminded me of a cousin I had. She died wonderfully.
She was a ballerina. Real deal- danced for Sadlers Wells, one of England's top ballet companies. Long after she retired she developed a taste for Jack Daniels.
One night out drinking she got into a beef, threw a punch or two, got knocked down and died.
She was 80
It was a bar fight.
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