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Tell them, Vera.
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We were all huddled around the, uh, radio, listening to
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the Sugar Ray Robinson VS Jimmy Doyle prizefight, and, uh,
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I was building up nerve to make my escape.
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...breaks up the clinch.
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A slowly tiring Jimmy Doyle throws a left, another left.
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Here comes Robinson.
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A left. A right. Another left...
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Moxie, I need to powder my nose.
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Are you kidding me? Can it wait?
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No.
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Ah, what do you say, boss?