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So I goes to the track to meet my guy. He knows all the dogs and horses down to the letter, down to who sniffed who where and how. He give me the hot tips and I bring him his favorite coffee. I come with the joe, the good stuff, and he's there where he always is, smoking like a radiator. Dose'll kill ya one day, I says. This might as well be our password. He look up, got this strange glint in his eye, so I give him the cup and sit down. I says to him, Ya got sumpin hot for me? He turns to... read more
Published : 1 year, 4 months ago (Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:47:02 PDT) http://shauntkuter.livejournal.com/136163.html
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