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It was a cold and stormy night
with a suggestion of raspberry
. The thing is, I always hated thrush, no matter how many times my 'friends' tries to pursuade me that the itch was thrilling
in fact so much so that I knawed off my own uncle
and spat him at John, who by now was used to that sort of thing.
But alas it wouldn't be that simple, as Geoff Capes was due round in the next few moments and he would probably want to
the butcher
Lee Anderson
Harold Bishop