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I grabbed a bottle of Sambuca and chugged several gulps. Much better. I began to dance in the Skybox, tossing starbursts at the peanut vendors below. Nobody likes peanuts anyways -
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"That's strange," Primus thought. There are no Yeti's in Miami. Just really, really hairy Mexicans. And they understand less English than Yetis do. How was he to address this fool?
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smeared all over the top. He liked raisins, but not as much as he liked playing the trombone. Which brings me to another point, Smoot hadn't seen his trombone in nearly three days.
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of the world covered. He looked as his competitors, smirked, and suddenly slammed a sack of potatoes onto the table, sending the pieces everywhere. "RISK is for bitches!" he said,
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bastard!" She quickly left the bathroom and went running into the meadow. She tripped over a rock and went head first into the brush. Stumbling to her feet, she glanced back to the