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Damnit. I needed Pit to be running from here on out. Ward is going to make me lose two weeks in a row if he gets another 40 yards.
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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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