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Wishy was being a little bit washy

Brooding at the bar, Wishy was being a little bit washy. The whiskey had made his speech a little bit sloshy. I said, "Wishy, I have no idea ~ what is it you want me to say?" He moaned, "Trishy was never really Wishy's, now was she?”

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