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| It's a real pleasure to finally meet you. I feel like I already know you, Eugene's told me so many wonderful things about you. | |
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| Where do ya keep the booze. Travelin' sure makes a gal thristy. What a shithole this town is. Christ, who do you have to fuck to get a drink around here? | |
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| It's the bottom of the ninth inning. The score is tied. Two outs. The count is 2 and 2. It's the pitch. And a hit. It's going... going... | |
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