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60649	Bunch, David R.	In the Jag-Whiffing Service			.txt	text/plain	1237	66	86	_The jag-stuff in those black rings was The big cargo saucers were getting bigger and bigger each year, what is, I guess the people were right being scared like that, the way to space-haul all that jag-whiff up through the rattleballs? we'd heard already how some Earthits feared the saucers, and how some And that's what the jag-whiff was to us actually, pleasure. a little dust, we'd go to a jag-whiff place. whiff and something out of the black ring--just seemed like real thick the gleaming jag-whiffer machines as our cargo tubes would hold. jag-whiff. jag-whiff. stuff wasn't just in the tubes of the jag-whiffer machines down there, to the jag-whiff places of course to ease their frustrations, which think we're going to find out plenty. another thing, I think we're going to find out we were taken for quite a ride by the Earthits with their silly way of packaging jag-whiff.	./cache/60649.txt	./txt/60649.txt