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Charley
Blowed. Wild out there.
Wind cry like uh punk ass
boy.
Ya, a boy.
It punch the
boy, most thoroughly did.
Ya?
Ya.
He holla?
Ya, squeal like piggy.
Bet so. Charley bad
storm.
Muy bad. Punch like a
bumblebee.
Punch like a bumblebee?
Stupid head.
Sting.
Yomama.
We got uh quick
relief.
Icey water up downtown.
Ya?
Icey water and uh
marshmallow pies and rice in uh big brown sack.
Tree onna car. Haveta
walk.
No prob. President walks.
Ya, he do.
Still like Flarda. Still
do.
Hot summah, warm winta, blow da fuck outta us, don’t care.
Don’t care neither.
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