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So here is where I say good luck to the poor bastard taking the hacksaw and pliers to the shuttle.
May yer hand not waiver ... and be not grilled like so much cheese on the way home.
Others feeling likewise say so here, and maybe in a million to one shot they will read your prayers/wishes.
May yer hand not waiver ... and be not grilled like so much cheese on the way home.
Others feeling likewise say so here, and maybe in a million to one shot they will read your prayers/wishes.
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