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A Bet He Couldn't Win
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I guess that when you're drunk, it may not occur to you that when you dangle off the fifth-floor balcony of your hotel and ask your friends to count how long you can hold on, that means, by necessity, that there is an END to how long you can hold on. And that end would mean plunging five stories to your death. (The Sun)
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