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The damn squirrel cheats, exclaimed Ken.
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He does something with his nuts. It's distracting. And no, I refuse to stoop to that level. Anyway I tried, my nuts don't work that way.
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His wife smiled knowingly. Later that night at the motel she thought of the squirrel and knew her mother had been right.
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