I am a boy. I live in a house, and when I get to California, I'm gonna get me a whole bunch of grapes of a bush or whatever, and I'm gonna squash 'em on my face and let the juice run offen my chin. And I'm gonna fill me up a whole washtub full of grapes, and I'm gonna set in 'em and scrooge around and let the juice run down my pants.
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