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Pint of Guiness


      Around noon is when I start to think about it.  That first pint of Guiness.  When my shirt is sticking to the sweat that's pouring off of me.  My muscles ache with a dull pain.  I know will only increase as the day drags on and my head is pounding, with the thud of the hammer and constant roar of the generator.  That's when I first begin to smell the bitter slightly chocolate aroma.

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