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Where the hell is this ship? The star gazers have taken to their bunks in case some virus strikes. They all have full blown HIV and Aids, touches of Gon and Syph, weepy willies and balls down to their knees.
I despair.
If they could catch C 19 from Saphire in Mombasa or Amanda (Charlie) in Antwerp they would be ashore before you could say Jack Robinson. Funny old World.
And on we drift.
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