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Yow.
O.K., that was damn cold. I mean, I know what you are saying Hank - about how we live in the land of ice and snow and really have no business complaining. But it was 10 below at the beginning of the game with wind chills in the negative 20s. If I can't whine then, when can I whine? Huh, Hank? When does a guy get to whine? I mean, I know Bilmore would just suck it up stoically. But fuck that. It was damn cold and I'm complaining.
So anyway, at the bar after the game, there's this hot, somewhat older woman. Velour track suit. Giving me that look. Long story short, I scored digits tonight, baby! And I take back everything I said earlier.
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Inside every man lives the seed of a flower.
If he looks within he finds beauty and power.
I am not sorry.
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