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We are certainly on our way to Connetucky, where the rutile grows free on the trees. I hadn't noticed we were transiting the Screwez canal, but I have been working on some important menus for the festive season (lots of sampling involved), so we could be.
They are all shouting "Eh, Mcgregor" just as they did when father passed that way about 194ish, why do they do that?
I think they sell you pass-codes for awful web-sites now, the printed page is passing. You want special thumb drive, chock full perversion? Anti-virus say clean!
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