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| My expert navigational skills tell me we're almost at the Candian border. | |
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| My uncle ate a conadian maple leaf, and he died. | |
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| You are your sad stories dear. Lets camp here and call it a night. | |
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| Sure thing Limestone, my plums are dog tuckered. | |
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| You said it. Is that puppet thing still with us? | |
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