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Okay so lets get down to the boots and buckles. Melanie was accosted today by a slimy, mid 60's, died jet-black hair, 1970's-styled, cigarette pack in shirt pocket, vintage caddy driving, motel loving, Hunter Thomas reading bastard. Before I go on about how much we loved Fort Worth, I have to get this off my chest. Suuuuure, Melanie was in a flimsy gray tank-top because the temp was going to be 95...
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