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tennis star of the 70s
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I got up early and took a walk, but i don't remember where i took it because someone had set me on fire at the time and my attention was more firmly fixed on the pretty colors and whether or not anyone was going to charge the precision_gnu that had stalled out by the side of the highway. I could have called for help but trousers have a short range in those types of situations and besides the random_elephant_fee was more than i could afford just then.
Just as i was approaching a cozy state of medium rare i chanced upon the holy frogs, who, in their advanced lethargy, roused just enough energy to pelt me with buckets of soggy oatmeal, now i was crispy high-fiber goodness and all was right with the world again, but i still wasn't sure where i had left my pants
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