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She heard a ringing sound in the distance, slowly building to a crescendo.
At bar 38 an unexpected flattened 7th in the tenor line led to a rather chromatic modulation through C minor towards F, leaving the audience somewhat
somewhat disturbed. However I soon cheered them up by producing an "off the cuff" rendition of Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep. When I cae to the poignant "Where's your mother gone?" line, grown men in the audience (lionel Blair) were said to weep with
emo tears and good old hatred for the more "overweight" person from the broad speactrum that is life and all that we know about it.
At this, I tapped my earmuffs knowingly and walked out the room, using the Emergency exit, as all spies are apt to do. Once out the door, I was able to have a few drinks to steady my nerves, sadly, I slipped and fell all the way down the fire escape, and
into the awaiting car! With burning rubber, squeeling tyres and the bray of shemale hookers, we were away! Racing against time, against life, against the thresholds of boredom and mundanity. We were there, man! Then we had to stop. It was a toll road.
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