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  1. … telling long, rambling stories that don’t really go anywhere.[size=15] Like the time I took the ferry over to Shelbyville?[/size] I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I put an onion on my belt, as was the style at the time[size=13]. To take the ferry cost a nickel. And in those days, nickles hat pictures of bees on ’em.[/size] “Give me five bees for a quarter!” you’d say.[size=11] Now, where was I?[/size] Oh, yes.[size=9] The important thing is, I had an onion on my belt.[/size] As was the style at the time.[size=7]We didn’t have white onions, because of the war. We only had red onions…[/size]

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