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I can't believe he did, because originally his forecast called for 20% chance of showers, so we planned on going to see a movie.
 
I got my flashlight out too, and shined it up at the cowbell shaped craft.
 
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His laptop exploded, covering the whole interior of the car with orange juice - the kind with the pulp, bits of fleshy rind sticking to the windows and obscuring our view.
 
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