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That was me,
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"Don't leave your finger on that button very long."
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As I was trying to figure out who had beaten whom
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the night before in the American League,
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the thing blew up.
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This enormous tidal wave of boysenberry juice engulfed me
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and I was burned.
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Actually, I was out on sick leave for two weeks
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or I was just down playing basketball and getting paid to do that.
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This tidal wave of boysenberries,
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a forklift with about something like 2,000 jars of apple butter
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spun out of control.