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The sympathetic vibrations of Vera's rotund backside as she shook Ketchup onto the meatloaf reminded Harv of the time he'd tried to make Jello shots in the kiddie pool last 4th of July... he may not have clear memories of the ensuing festivities, but as Vera slapped a wet load of Heinz on the steaming slab of meat, he knew there'd damn well be fireworks tonight.
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