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what number was I on?
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Wait...how many again?
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LUNCH TIME!!
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Our tasking is grueling, not all can handle the imensity of it all! Counting the state one day and redoing it the next. Seeing things that the sane and lucid should never unveil. It happens once every ten years. LCO's throughout the country ensnare us unsuspecting victims! We crunch, we calculate we PBOX then we get our PCP in too! No matter, we keep our eyes glued to the light at the end of the tunnel. Oh yes the illuminating reflection of a spotlight off a double berry martini at SPARK where we weary souls congregate, wash our woes away with good old ox blood and CRUNCH!
