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Originally Posted by Phobia
Cassel's feel of the pocket was okay. He usually saw guys fast enough that he could kiss the turf before getting blown up.
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exactly.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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