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"What'll it be partner..." a raspy voice beckoned under the brim of a large cowboy hat.
TheFly glances over to find a Dirty Harry-type bartender staring right at him. Although the bulge in his pants resembled that of a Chinese gymnast, and he possessed a face only a CCBill join page designer could love, TheFly knew he had been struck by the oncoming windshield of life they call "love."
"Tanker??? Is that you?" an amazed Boneprone inquires. "But I thought you had....
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