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So I sez to the woman out walking her single pet anteater, I sez, "Juanita, to thine own self be true."
She spat her words out like Al Capone's tommy gun. "Hey Joe, you got gum?"
"No, but what do you say I buy you a frank," I said with relish.
She said, "Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?"
"Did you ever have to make up your mind?"
"Don't be afraid. You can call me."
"We can work it out," I said.
"Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright."
"Let's go to the hop," I said.
"Let's twist again like we did last summer!"
Meanwhile, I'm still thinking...
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