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December 12th,
2011 6:04 pm
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Congratulations on your podunk town, Lynn. Fifty years of endlessly harvesting the same damn crops with the same damn nothing happening all day long. It amazes me that anyone still gets excited by a couple of hay rides in town. Thank god they have us.
I'll bet a fiver against anyone that we pick up some new roustabout on our way out. Or a girl ready to show the world that she's the next hidden prima ballerina diamond in the garbage.
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