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John Tesh, dressed in fully authentic Victorian attire, peered out of the window of his Victorian home at his lush, decadent garden. Bethany had said she loved him, but did she really MEAN it? He sighed unconvincingly and his hair looked stupid.
"John" a voice from behind called. "John, your hair looks stupid." He knew, but he didn't want to acknowledge the fact. So he walked over to a wall and leaned. It was
akin to being drunk on a narrowboat on the Norfolk broads but without the incest. Time and time again my sister would walk naked on the deck trying to air dry the smell of fishy flaps, but this only got the local turnip-pluckers excited as they stood knee
deep in excrement. "I didn;t realise the vicar was even ill" I said. "He isn't, but cheese always makes him shit himself."
It's not a problem, in fact he likes it. But sometimes one has to respect polite company. It was always his intention to
declare his homosexuality at a most inopportune moment, such as a family gathering or
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