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These last messages made me picture the Fantasy Coaches in a pub, every one at a specific place, pokkeherrie mumbling to himself, nicfit facing the mirror, not noticing I'm by his side, trying to find a clue in the peanuts bowl, and PAULYBEE dancing in the middle of the room, with everybody turning his back on him not to notice such joy, while GrungeMonkey and his lookalike plot in a dark corner of the pub, enjoying their recent Portugese income. And everyone becoming mesmerized by the TV when the clock hits 18 and 21.
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