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"The cards may be Stack-ed your way," dolefully replied his friend, Shan Twee, who graduated from Yale- in-China many ages ago, "but keep your eye on our wingback."
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"33 to 0," calmly assorted the Yellow Barrel, "but now I'm thirsty. If you want to find the Bartholemy."