Somewhere behind that blinking yellow light that black triangle was hovering, (or moving only a few miles per hour), in our direction, straight at us.
Ah, commutation. I knew there was something else. This is where you can commutate your weekly payments into a lump sum and be rid of the “system”.
Leaving the ship, I lifted snowhooks and sledded over toward the Canadian border.
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack And read the situations from the front to the back The only job that's open need a man with a knack So put it right back in the rack Jack.
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