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apparently my radio station is just not reliable. ever. in it's life.
last time i listened for our county and could've sworn i heard it. and this morning i could've sworn they skipped right over our county when, apparently, they didn't. i even put my frickin contacts in. i'm going to bed. biznatches. FIN. 6:45 a.m., Friday, Feb. 28, 2003 |
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