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ormal, pouter-pigeon fashion, and in a voice soft as stranglingbabies, will reply: “Angie, you will kindly get it up or I will have to hurt you. It comes in handy when you can find some canned goodssomeplace, like in a bombed-out supermarket; makes it easier to pick out stuff you like when the picturesare gone off the labels. “ Who’ s for ice cream?” And they went to a Baskin-Robbins. I’ m cold inside.
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