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diff --git a/fortune/datfiles/fortunes-o.real b/fortune/datfiles/fortunes-o.real
index 17a5fab83f6cc7f8389b6a0ea1f70428c1fb8c71..1ddf4a6bee06eb83c536f81ca893f0a967c7e53e 100644 (file)
--- a/fortune/datfiles/fortunes-o.real
+++ b/fortune/datfiles/fortunes-o.real
@@ -1036,7 +1036,7 @@ considering whether there were men on base.
 Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear -- kept us in
 a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor -- with the cry of grave
 national emergency... Always there has been some terrible evil to
-gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it  by furnishing the
+gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it by furnishing the
 exorbitant sums demanded.  Yet, in retrospect, these disasters seem
 never to have happened, seem never to have been quite real.
                -- General Douglas MacArthur, 1957
@@ -1488,7 +1488,7 @@ Did groove and trip out at the pad:       The Radcliffe girl, no idle flirt,
 All whimsy were the slamming chicks,   Crept past the hippies getting balled
 And the Radcliffe undergrad.           And doffed her miniskirt.
 
-"Beware the Radcliffe girl, my son!    One, two!  One, two!  And through 
+"Beware the Radcliffe girl, my son!    One, two!  One, two!  And through
 The looks that melt, the claws that            and through
        catch!                          The venerable staff went snicker-snack!
 Beware the Byrn Mawr deb, and shun     He left her bred, sans maidenhead,
@@ -1499,7 +1499,7 @@ Long time the cool young stuff he Come to my arms, my horny boy!
        sought --                       O spaced-out day!  Calooh!  Callay!"
 So rested he among the spree           He cackled in his joy.
 And paused to smoke some pot.
-                                       'Twas orgy, and the hip and mod 
+                                       'Twas orgy, and the hip and mod
                                        Did groove and trip out at the pad:
                                        All whimsy were the slamming chicks,
                                        And the Radcliffe undergrad.