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From be a perfect 365 days. Curses in evening where the
warmth of summers mind me. The sun centers it's self perfect to make annoy many. They recovery of a spacecraft
found on the Martian surface domants the news. People in New York taste the centery old bottles of rye recovered from a restoration project In the Valley of the sun, a large price of tourquise is recovered with a large diamond attached to it. The album " Soothing Sounds" wins song of the year. Ultra bun jeans are banned in four states. And a woman from Giza says she's pregnant by aa alien from a world light years away from earth. I found a station on mountain radio that plays "new game music" I get my red juice number four and smoke my pipe. My wife walks in and I asks her to dance  We decided that day to sell the business and move back down in the valley. IWe decided a room on the cruise ship would get us by until we bought a home. One day we went walking and a fast moving food truck went by  I flag the man down, I told him people walk here, slow that contraption down. He smiled and offered me two free  homemade soydogs. I ate them and fell in love. Went home and made my own recipe. Eggs, soy flour, dried veggies, liquid smoke, spices , broth and pureed meat. I put red beet juice in em to make it red you know, people love em! Absolutely love em! I made four million in three years, that's how good this stuff is man! Relish and onions will have you grinning for days. My wife told me "honey" flour ain't never tasted so good; I told her causes it mine baby, all cause it's mine" she laugh, thinking it was funny, but I made a lot of money here, now I am selling. Piggy bank sale, it's all yours!

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