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Who really was Bingo: the farmer or the dog?

As I sit here in my expensive but smartly-decorated study late at night, I listen to the rain pound upon my house and the thunder roar with fury. My eyes are fixed on the table before me, and when a flash of lightning illuminates the room I catch a quick glance of my stack of scattered papers. Newspaper …
Source: Bingo News

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