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just two places to stick it and the other is off so just in the one and then presto it’s five times one and while they’re falling over eastern europe I’m clicking it this way until the standby is tacked to your chest and everything sprouts christmas polyps in the windows of children with their african art and always open curtains when it’s time for the revolution you’ll be stuck in waitrose but here is where the fimo cats are feral and the headhunters are made of clay so just pop on the webcam and you’ll see it’s true. I’ve disappeared under a pile of tissue.


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