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Re: Matches.
When I asked for a book of matches at the corner gas station, Sierra Madre Gas & Treasures, my experience went something like this:
Me: Excuse me, ma'am, do you have any matches?
Homely girl at counter: Matches? We ain't got no matches! We don't need no matches! I don't have to show you any stinking matches!
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