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The Southern U.S. good ol' boy Larry reached over and grabs his hunting rifle from the gun rack while chewing on a pice of straw, aims it at Jerome and says...
"Ain't nobody gonna make me wear no damned dress, boy! My grand-pa'd roll over in his grave if he knew that"!
He then releases the saftey on the trigger, and spits on the ground beside him.
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