won’t be necessary for my ass. I’ll be beyond the twilight’s gloaming
afore those fucks come seeking some measure. I can only say you’ve
been screwed by the best, the most low-down skunk o’ these four
territories, the non-pariel, les gaufaunier, the tits, I mean this man
would plow down your problems, make your troubles fly away,
just get him a pack o’ smokes, let him get through his day, all those
nigglings were barely reaching his butt with their shiny teeth,
a miss as good as a mile, hey? Weren’t that the way?
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