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You shoulda been with us five, six months ago. WHOA... you talk about puke! We ran into a hail storm over the Sea of Japan, right? Everybody's wretchin' their guts out. The pilot shot his lunch all over the windshield, and I barfed on the radio. Knocked it out completely. And it wasn't that lightweight stuff either! It was that chunky, industrial-weight puke!
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
 
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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