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I met a guy named Mike | , a tall and thin figure, looking mediocre in that fancy glass. | said Betty the paratrooper, smiling at the sickly stickfly Beta-male wearing the soy-boy pink shirt and green sandals. But that's what the girls go for these days, thought Mike, and he was right, because Betty reached out, grabbed him by the | hand and led him to her Ford Cortina. Let's go for a drive, honey, said she in deep tones... | So the car sped off at quite a speed.
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