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CHAPTER TWO: Perfect
Thousands of miles away, a chipmunk was drinking gin and juice at the local pub. The bartender, a portly fellow with a nose for trouble (and socks to match), asked the chipmunk, "Whereabouts are you from, sonny?" The chipmunk held his drink up above his face and looked through it towards the distorted image of the bartender. "Out of town?" asked the bartender. The chipmunk set the drink down and threw a handful of change onto the counter top. He jumped up onto his bar stool and began to rap. He crooned:
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