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Clint Bonner stepped back to admire his handiwork, and took a drag on his mean little stogie. Look in the mirror.
Flub looked in the mirror and snorted into his drink. Jesus Christ, get serious, Clint. You made me look like Ive got black eyes. He More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mountain High sucked in his little pot belly law day
indignation. Close the damned things and let me swab the muck off. Ill try some of this Deepened Gold here. Maybe thatll do it. Clint showed his brother the diminutive container of makeup. This gunk costs a couple of bucks. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mountain High We ought to buy into cosmetics. Are you sure they didnt get that mega millions winning numbers
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Whatever.
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This stuffy awful. Flub bunched his face to protect it from the onslaught of dints washcloth.
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it, Flub, take a look. Flub Bonner looked at himself in the mirror. Clint had found his touch. Hey, good work! Looks like I havent slept in a month. Clint turned mock effeminate-Mr. Clint, the makeup man, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mountain High hinting for a compliment. You can see the paint, then? Looks great, it really does. Clint was pleased javon ringer
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now. He slid aside the panel that hid their set and turned it on. What do you say we finish up with this More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Mountain High stuff and have ourselves a big old bourbon before we do it? Loosen us up. What do you say? Flub said, Unregenerate pricks to the last. He got up law day
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