Picking Up a Few Things
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Shibīn al Kawm matchplay bovada At that point, items started to slip from my arm-basket. I spent more time retrieving merchandise from the floor than continuing my mission to pick up a few things. It was silly to do and funny to watch as I saw onlookers shaking their heads.
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