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                                                                       Mtkm
                                                         “ I knew it was a joke, Meekus. I just didn’t get it right away.”
                                                                                                             Brint





















                                                                                                            “ I like you Clarence.
                                                                                                            Always have...always will.”
                                                                                                                                Elvis
                                                         “ Shake it like a Polaroid picture”
                                                                                Hey Ya


    “...even when I’m with my boo,
    you know I’m crazy over you...”
                            Dilemma


















                                     “ The  crickets  and  the
                                     rust-beetles  scuttled
                                     among the nettles of the
                                     sage thicket. ‘Vamanos,
                                     amigos,’ he whispered,
                                     and  threw  the  busted
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                                     leather  flintcraw  over
                                     the  loose  weave  of the
                                     saddlecock.  And  they
                                     rode  on  in  the  friscal-
                                     ating dusklight.”
                                               Old Custer




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