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Oh, wouldn't I like to bein 1925 when there was no colour.When smoking was whizzand laydees treated intercourseas an interminable bore,and pretended n..
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I paid my pound, had faith.I tried to steer, it steereditself and somehow won -its wheels resistingevery turn of mine.I reached for avocadoes.It veere..
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