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If a muscular twinge due to excess ironing makes you want to cancel your trip to New York, perhaps you really don't want to go at all. It's too big, too noisy. You could be outraged by some strange man. But she lubes up and goes, I guess.
"If I get my mitts on the guy who invented Ben-Gay . . . " Yeah, who could that guy be? Couldn't be the guy whose signature is on the tube, that's spelled differently.
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