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Buzzer Beater

Rating: 5.0

'It sure smells like
March Madness in here, '
I offer with a grimace, scanning the
room for the cadaver responsible for the
      acrid cloud of aroma
lingering. If I possessed
      a machete, I would
lop my own nose off,
but not to spite my face.

As I wonder how paint still
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