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A group of tamas were one day walking down the jungle’s pines when Mametchi started reading something aloud. ‘I think I’d rate Mametchi a nine, Pyoncotchi a five, Gozarutchi an eight and Masktchi a three.’ ‘Say, Mametchi?’ Said Memetchi sweating. ‘What are you reading?’ ‘Oh nothing.’ He said...