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There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't seventy-three times my size. It sucks being the incredible shrinking man; he could go from apartments to apartments, houses to houses by using drains. Geez, what an adventure! No wonder he was relaxing in the perfumes department with the gramophone blaring some crazy 60's Cliff Richard tunes, and with a gin fizz in our paws we paused for we were frazzled, a 'faut-pas' was blocking our way , but fortunately our French was very poor & pleading ignorance, we survived the Siberian winter.
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