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| tonya |
the toe_truck came and parked in front of the house when the booming sound of masoo_dray could be heard in mayonnaise-like clarity from the shrimpala that scuttld along the melting pavement it was good_times and by that i mean jimmie_walker floated by unsure if we were hallucinating him or he us. |
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