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Coordinates: Somewhere in Oregon
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 Hey fucker, Draplin here way out in Oregon...you gotta call me cuz some
serious infractions have been bestowed upon the daily operations of
Draplindustries. Two words to think about. "Engine" and "failure"...put the
two together and you have the current situation I barely made it through. Red
is back and up and running...scary times. Call [censored]...I know it'll kill
you, having to use a real phone instead of fiberoptic, cheap rates. Gimme a
call. I miss you like slamming my hand in the car door. Peace...piece of my
ass. Draplin.
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