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I remember the Polio inoculations, we lived in a house with a surgery attached, I got home one day, the whole garden was a queue of people waiting for Dad to Jab them. The Police supervising the queue let me through to the house door after a quick talk. The whole family ended up doing folding and stamping forms to get the paperwork done.
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Buvez toujours, mourrez jamais.
Rabelais
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