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Restaurant Bill Majeski 04/SEP/1964 On stage a beard with a fellow behind it was singing nasty songs about his relatives. He stabbed them with a letter opener and now he's free. He's free, but the coffee is a buck twenty. The coffee is liquid anthracite with a twist. My ring fell in. It dissolved.