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I might be living off of long-neck and razor clam digs by then, or skiffing for crabs in the Chesapeake, from my hurricane-ravaged boathouse (not yet owned), so if I'm in the area, I might wander in, wearing a lobster bib. You'll be serving lobster, won't you, at the SOG name-brand dinner? If it's fishsticks again -- oh, what the heck, I might even come for fish sticks. If there's Tobasco sauce. Always a fan of spice in life.
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