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Just another in a long line of ways for a cheerless Jack to say the following:
"My life has not proceeded in such a way as to give me cause to say my life has proceeded to my liking's way. Rags. Rags and Pud Muffins." "Yo, Gorshinsky, your wife's making a big show of twisting whole cucumbers into her nostrils for smack money down on Grand! And she's wearing those antique lamp shades on her thighs, again!"
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