and this, dorkass, is why i hung up on you

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This fire erupted while I listened to positively pulse-pounding tales of Dorkass winning a slot machine tournament. ("What, was there no more room in the coin-flipping tournament?" I asked.) To give you a sense of scale: each of the white lights on the shore is a different house. It darted from one home to another. After a half hour, the neighborhood was nothing but smoldering coals.

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