Our Gwyneth,
Who art in Hollywood,
Hollowed be thy legs;
Thy hurricane come,
Thy East Coast be done,
on the Upper East Side as it is in Brooklyn.
Give us this day our power outages,
and forgive us our nervous carb-eating,
as we forgive Sam Champion for this shitty forecast;
and lead us not into bad Grease references,
but deliver us from Sandy.
Agoop.
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