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Somewhere
in the back woods of the Appalachian mountains,
Zeke was tending to his backyard still, producing some of
West Virginia's finest moonshine... One day, Carol came
around
to pick up her dad's order of moonshine, but Zeke was in
an
ornery mood... He looked over and hollered, in his backwoods
twang, "Hey, your Pa ain't paid me for the last two
weeks...you shore are gonna hafta give me some money...or
somethin'."
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