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—< —< —< —< —< —< < There was yelling, there was a hollering. And with a chorus of deafening shouts of surprises, a loud, frenetic voice broke out. "Alright! Alright! We got a winner, peeps! Last one standing! Dave just called it quits which means Mitch over his has just won the infinite pie-eating contest at a solid sixty-nine blueberry pies! Good fuckin' number to end on dude! You did it, Mitch! You big, bald magnificent blue-faced bastard!" Tyler tossed his phone over to Billy, who too was blue and sticky around the lips, carrying a swelling gut that hung over his skinny jeans.
