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| Hey, ain't you that slick Calaforny Boy what keeps makin' fun of The South? | |
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| I wuz jest wunderin' whut you wuz gonna do when the Big One hits and California slides off into that there Pusific Oshun. | |
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| I guess I'll die. Tell me, what will you Southern folk do without all the fruits and vegetables we grow and ship to you in the winter? | |
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