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Dear Earwigs:
No one likes you. You are grosser than gross. Why do you think you have to crawl around with those little pincher looking thingies on your stupid head? Do you actually bite, or do those pinchers work?
I bet you think this is going to be your year. A lot of rain, hot temps coming. Well, Mr Earwig, you have another think coming. Get off my lawn!
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