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a a t i
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a a t i
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a a t iiiii
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Welcome to ATI31. You might think
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our opening logo looks a little
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different. You're right. We're just
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on a low budget this week.
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"Pray for the dead, but fight like
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hell for the living"
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-"Mother Jones", union activist and
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all-arond hell raiser. Date unknown.
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$ "Misanthropic Thoughts in Jersey"
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$ -By Ground Zero (who else?)
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1:20 PM, EST. I'm sitting in the
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employees' lounge, waiting to start my
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shift at 1:30. I tiredly rest my head
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in my hands, elbows resting on the
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table
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cluttered with newspapers. The 2
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Jamaican men who work in the
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supermarket's
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parking lot returning carraiges are
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sitting opposite me. They both just
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quietly
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smile at me, in silent comprehension
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of my tired spirit.
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Her voice then penetrates other
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background noises in the room and
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grasps my
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attention. "Yeah, it's like, I get
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home and he leaves to go to work. It's
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hard", she says, in her loud Jersey
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vernacular. Her voice is biting, and
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annoying, just as her words.
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"Yeah, he works as a police
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officer. And we never get to see each
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other.
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My husband loves his job, and
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sometimes when he has the night off he
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gets called
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in!
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"And you know I get a maid to
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come in sometimes. But she doesn't
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clean.
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When I clean, I CLEAN", she says with
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a neurotic toss of the head. I recall
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seeing the same toss of the head
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delivered with the same words stated
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by some of
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my Italian relations.
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I shook my head in silent
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contempt and looked at my two Jamaican
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companions. They shook their heads in
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agreement. I got up, went downstairs
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and
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punched in.
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The work day went by slowly, as
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my thoughts preoccupied me. Thoughts
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of my
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troubles, my friends' troubles, and
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what the future would bring. And all
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the the
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while, I catered to the suburban ego
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looking for baked goods.
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Finally, it was 9:40. Time to
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clean out the bins of unsold rolls. A
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lot
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of rolls today. I worked hurriedly to
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take out the unsold rolls and throw
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them
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in garbage bags. They would be thrown
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away. I thought of the many people who
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went hungry each night, and the rolls
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and donuts that would be thrown into
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the
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grabage compactor. I conteplated the
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illogic of waste, and the injustice of
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a
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human being going hungry as I tossed
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the rolls into a garbage bag inside a
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shopping cart next to me.
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Then, a sound grabbed my
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attention. An annoying, unpleasant
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sound. It
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was the sound of gum snapping. I
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looked up and saw the "officer's wife"
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at the
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other end of the aisle.
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"Hey!!", she shouted between gum
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snappings at a young man working behind
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the deli counter. "What are you
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going to do?"
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She walked over to the deli
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counter and leaned over it. She was
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several
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years older than the young man she was
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speaking to, and I thought her display
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to
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be rather distasteful. As she talked
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to him she leaned closer towards him.
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Then, she pranced away, and after
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advancing about 50 feet away from the
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counter
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shouted, "As they say, it's your
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move", obviously straining her limited
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intellect for the words.
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Another young man who worked in
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the produce dept. walked up to her and
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told
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her he couln't go drinking with her,
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as he had an early class the next day.
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I
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simply shook my head, wheeling the
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carraige full of rolls to be discarded
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into
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the corner.
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Quitting time. I walked through
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the employees' parking lot towards my
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car.
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Something then sped past me. It was a
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brand-new IROC driven by one of my
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fellow
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employees, blasting a Bon Jovi song
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through its open window. The driver
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shouted
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something at a group congregated by
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another car as she passed.
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Then, my loud-mouthed,
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gum-snapping friend drove past me
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with the young
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man from the deli in her passenger
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seat. She drove by in a brand-new
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Cadillac
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sedan. Must be why she felt such a
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dire need to work. That's why she kept
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complaining about not being able to
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survive and a policeman's salary.
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"You don't own that car. The car
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and what it represents seem to own
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you.
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But I guess that's ok with you. Then
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again, I doubt that you could comprhend
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this", I said quietly as I glanced at
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the taillights of the Cadillac.
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I got into my car and drove onto
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the main thouroughfare.
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10:20 PM. Bored and restless, I
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decided to go for a ride.
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I drove to a local suburban mall.
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The mall was closed, but I went to the
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arcade that adjoined it. As I parked
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my car, I saw a group of the usual
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"mall
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rats" that were part of the mall's and
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arcarde's usual decor. The males of
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the
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group wore ragged jeans, concert
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t-shirts, bandandas, and donned
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leather or
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denim jackets. The girls wore similar
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garb, although many of them wore
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spandex
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tiger-striped pants, making them look
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like refugees from the latest MTV
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video by
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Guns and Roses.
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I walked into the arcade and
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played a few games on the one pinball
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machine
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I had acquired skill. I became bored
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quickly, and decided to take a short
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walk
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around the arcade before I moved on to
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another equally fascinating sight.
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As I explored the arcade, I ran
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into Joe, and old acquantence from the
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arcade. "Hey Joe", I said as I walked
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towards him.
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"Hi..Whatcha been up to?", he
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asked, brushing back his curly black
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hair.
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"Uh, not much. Working in a
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supermarket. You working these
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days?", I
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inquired, already knowing the answer.
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"Nah. Haven't for a while."
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"How old are you now? 25?"
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"Yeah, somewhere around there..",
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said Joe.
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"You can't hang out forever."
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"I know. But I want to while I
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can."
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"You're a very intelligent,
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attractive guy. It's a waste for you
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to just
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hang around here", I said, knowing
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that saying it wouldn't make a rat's
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ass of
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difference.
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"I know."
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"Hey, I gotta get home. Take
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care, Joe", I said as I headed towards
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the
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exit.
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12:05 AM. I grew weary, but my
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restlessness urged me to drive on. I
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got
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onto the highway, deciding I would
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visit a friend in Bayonne who I knew
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kept
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late nights.
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As I drove towards Jersey City, I
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passed several billboads advertising
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various products, including newly
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built condos in the area.
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Gentrification. I
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knew those condos were making homes
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for the Yuppies who found it more
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eonomically feasible to live right
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across the river from New York City.
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And I
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knew the condos used to be apartments
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belonging to working class/poor
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people.
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But not anymore. They were evicted to
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make room for a more profitable venture
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for the landlords.
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I drove past the main train
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terminal in Jersey City and stopped
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for a red
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light. I lowered my window and gazed
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at the dozen or so homeless people
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sleeping on the concrete floor outside
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of the train station. Two of the
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transients were standing within
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earshot by the street's edge. One of
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them asked
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a woman passing by them for some
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change.
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"Why don't you get a fucking
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job", snarled the middle-aged woman in
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a loud,
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brash Jersey accent. "Always looking
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for a fucking handout, you people".
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The light changed. As I drove
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away, I wondered if it had occurred to
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the
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lower-middle class woman that she
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could soon be in the same position as
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the two
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unfortunates she had coldly denied.
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Doubtful.
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As I drove into Bayonne, I
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noticed a police car following me. It
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stayed
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behind me for about twenty blocks,
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then pulled up next to me while I was
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stopped
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at a light. The officer driving the
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car glanced at me. I returned his
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glance,
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and the light changed. He turned
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around and drove away. I was not
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surprised,
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as for some reason police officers
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often enjoyed observing me.
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I continued on to my friend's
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house, and noticed his car wasn't
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outside.
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He wasn't home. I usually would call
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to announce my visit beforehand, but
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was
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glad I hadn't tonight. If I had
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learned he wasn't home, I would have
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driven
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home early and in a more sullen mood
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than I was in.
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I pulled my car over on one of
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Bayonne's more busier streets and got
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out of
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the car to stetch out a bit. As I
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stood outside the car, a car full of
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the local
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stock of Italian guys drove past me.
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One of the many occupants of the car
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mooned me as another shouted, "Hey,
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baby!!". I waved them off tiredly and
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got
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back in my car.
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I drove on the highway towards
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home, passing the vast industrial
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plants
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that lined the highway. The smoke
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from the many buildings filled the
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sky. I
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sighed, and took a deep breath of the
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toxic air. My car drove onwards, onto
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Newark's city streets.
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As my journey came to a close, I
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passed by a New Jersey Bell central
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office, where 2 months before I had
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spotted a tall young man going though
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papers
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in the trash dumpster in the
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buliding's parking lot. The building
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had since
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became enclosed in a barbed wire
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fence, with signs in Englsh and
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Spanish saying,
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"New Jersey Bell. Private Property.
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No Trespassing".
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I laughed, and drove home..
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...And here's 3 letters that can
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make your day a little less happy:
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FBI.
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Some news on the FBI: It seems that
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they plan to expand their database to
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include such things as credit card
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transactions, telephone calls, and
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airline
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passenger lists. Organizations such
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as Coputer Professionals for Social
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Responsibility are trying to stop this
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from being implemented. More on this
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in
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future issues.
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Remeber a small country in Cental
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America called El Salvador? Their
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civil
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war is far from over, and it looks as
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though the leftist rebels are geting
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closer to a military victory over the
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US-gov't backed puppet government
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currently in power. Our
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President-elect George Bush seems to
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have 2 chioces in
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this situation: either legitimately
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deal with the leftists who may very
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well win
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over the country, or adopt an
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escalation of the current US policy
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towards El
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Salvador: to adopt a policy of "total
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war" again.
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Those of you who wish to gain a
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better understanding of our
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government's
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policy towards Third World nations
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like El Salvador, read up on it. And
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go to
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your video store and rent a film
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called "Salvador". It's a fictional
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movie
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that's rather entertaining, and
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enlightening.
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and now......
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a few words from fah-q
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well it seems that i was driving here
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in ct.the other night.
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i went past the subbase here in
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groton the other night and as always i
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yelled
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fascist at the guards at the gate.the
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guards got into their "rent a cop"car
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and
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followed me down the road with their
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lights and siren on.once on the main
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road
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the groton town police joined the
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paraide with their lights on too.i
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didn't stop
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and we drove to ledyard one town over
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and a ledyard cop joined in.i turned
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on to
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a side street and stoped.the groton
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and ledyard police got out and told
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the base
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cops never to use their lights in town.
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well the big day came and i went to
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court.the judge read the charges to me
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and
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asked if i had anything to say i said
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"oh yes i do....you can take that
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ticket
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and shove it so far your eyes buldge"
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you know i can have your base privliges
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taken away for that he said.well guess
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what your nazi'ness sir..i have none
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and
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i was off your base when your nazi
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goons grabed me i said.you meen to
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tell me
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you were off base when you were
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stoped.we have no power off base and
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securiety
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should not be off base.i'll talk to
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them.
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all n all it was a fun time for all
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i think.
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fah-q
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look for the NEW ati we will be
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going to a new format.once a mounth
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and only
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to our host boards.we want to have 10
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host's so if you want to host us drop a
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line to the ati bro box.
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flashflashflashflashflashflashflash
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THERE IS A NEW HOST BOARD...
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THE PHOENIX PROJECT.
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THIS IS A REALY COOL AND HAPPINING
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BOARD.THEY HAVE ALL THE BACK ISSUES AND
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WERE THE FIRST TO GET THIS ISSUE!!!!!!
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SO GIVE THEM A CALL WHEN YOU BOARD
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HOP TONIGHT!
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CALL THESE AWE--FISH-Y'ALL ATI
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