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Cradle left Undone. If your blood won't boil, no calf with stand in the way. No whispering match to win. No ruby ridge to collapse. Vigor of an off-beat cop, one wishes. Top the cocktail with a spatter of what matters, on green slide salad, bone up to what becomes you... the road rash, it hurts the mouse. peace- seanrox |

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