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Hrm. I still have some of those old project outlines somewhere, I think. Not the wholesalebutcher.com one, unfortunately--that one was comedy gold. If I read them in bed, I bet they'd put me right out, but then I'd have nightmares about all those tall Yanqi dollars marching away from me for parts unknown. Maybe whistling, or rattling on drums, tracking their muddy footprints all over the carpeted plains.
Where have all the dollars gone,
they'll sing,
Long time pa-a-asing?
Where have all the dollars gone,
Long time ago?
And then... gunfire on the horizon. |
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