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This just-in the weather is turning sour over fifty buckets (sizzle) filling the once pleasant (static crash) This just in an unnamed man is on a spree in a shopping (click sizzle) south of new Brighton (static crash) This just happened right in front of our eyes, I could swear, I wasn't looking (static crash) This just in he's under too much rubble at this stage the rescue effort looks grim (static crash) This just in a su- (hiss) bomber (hiss) 500 people are feared de- (hiss) many more casualties (static crash) He was Justin now he just isn't.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Except in memory.
This just-in the weather is turning sour over fifty buckets (sizzle) filling the once pleasant (static crash) This just in an unnamed man is on a spree in a shopping (click sizzle) south of new Brighton (static crash) This just happened right in front of our eyes, I could swear, I wasn't looking (static crash) This just in he's under too much rubble at this stage the rescue effort looks grim (static crash) This just in a su- (hiss) bomber (hiss) 500 people are feared de- (hiss) many more casualties (static crash) He was Justin now he just isn't.
D-vlv 13/18 RIP Justin Williams 1987-2009
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
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