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RED17 could you prepare a room to isolate ES and a plenitude of cold compression bandages to restrain him till his dangerous delusions pass, please?
The notion that Tmac would allow me to touch his engines fills me with pain. I am still only halfway through my steering ticket and have only just had the training wheels taken off the GD when I am entering port.
Here, clamp his jaws on that link of black pudding before he bites his tongue. These lads sometimes get like this after 6 months in a desert fort on bread and rough red wine, the cafard it is called. Oh, I see a camel train is arriving, must go.
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Rabelais
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