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DIVORCE Phyllis Gag 01/APR/1968 I'm sorry I rode so badly, Frank. My horse was doped. Phyllis! I don't mind a bad ride, but you blew the race. You lost the new underground auditorium for midgets, inter-class-room tricycles for pregnant nuns, five tons of cooked rice for throwing at divorces.