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gg u destroy the game
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+ WHAT IS MASON AND DIXON?
- mrs. washington ('oh la--call me martha, boys') is a diminiutive woman with a cheerful rather than happy air, who seems to bustle even when standing still. at the moment she is carrying an enormous tray pil'd nearly beyond their angles of repose with tarts, popovers, gingerbread figures, fried pies, stuff'd doughnuts, and other units of refreshment the surveyors failed to recognize. "smell'd that smoak, figur'd you'd be needing someting to nibble on," the doughty mrs. w. greets them. --- thomas pynchon, mason and dixon
I want information!
hope you die from cancer