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and I lay by a cypress as quiet as a stone 'til the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane off some old road house I build a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker and I pulled on trouble's braids --Tom Waits--
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Pretty even so far, although we have yet to mount an organized assault with more than 4 people. They are totally screwed.
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