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That's a funny coincidence, Alex, seeing as how only today I lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride. The tattoo joint was warm and so I hustled there inside and the buzz-saw grindin' man asked, "Whatchoo want that one to say?" I said, "Uh, don't mispell her name, buddy; she's the one that got away."
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