| One day in Dry Gulch . . . |
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| It sure is. | |
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| Any chance I could get a swig? It's been days since you gave me that Dixie cup full of tepid lemonade. | |
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| About that lemonade . . . | |
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| It wasn't Country Time? | |
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| Nope. It wasn't exactly lemonade, either. | |
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