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Thursday 9:35 p.m.
The kiddo was on the train. The martians looked on. I was wearied today from running last night. The old, toothless one wants to jog for seventy minutes on Sunday. Have the defibrillator at hand, Jack!
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A mere whippersnapper like yourself shouldn't have to spend time with oldies like myself and the old toothless guy.
Albert? Hear, hear! Hotboy
I say!
Rather a lot of security cameras. More, even, than here at Kalimbuka.
MM III
Mingin'! Can't think why. They must be cheap! Hotboy
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