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da problm is day ain't got nothin'. wate till there tackses goes up and they tern tale and run out of erak. thay says this wood be anuthr veetnom.
Well all ther wishes have come true. May thay basc in glori.
Jest the fealings of a dum veteren. john Skerry said so.
SOB, sure is hard to write this way. LILRED you have my respect and admiration.
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