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The Queen was wearing a fantastic dress this week. I looked on in envy, being a man made it difficult for me to wear dresses, I certainly couldn;t at work, and this dress, why it was superb. I doubt I could have afforded it that dress
like vampires in a B grade black and white movie, shot in the backstreets of a diny Californian town in the 60s. Bela Lugosi would be proud
of the fangs I had grown. Except that they were not in my mouth - instead they were in my
cubbyhole under the stairs, buried in the soil of my thriving poppy plants. That is, until I blabbed on the Sentence Game. The next week I caught the vicar rummaging amongst my treasures.
But I've finally figured it out - they come around offering salvation (which I keep telling them I'm not interested in), but all the time they have their eyes on my
gigantic screaming llamas, who dislike
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