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The master ninja steps from the shadows, stalking the offending dog. Then, faster than the fingers of the Goddess, lightning pelting the clouds, the master ninja throws a black man in a purple (lamee?) suit at his victim. Due to the violent turbulence of the powerful storm, all we hear are screams in the night, and someone speaking jive.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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