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The day that I died had started in such an ordinary way.
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And so we all repaired to the gazebo to break our fast once again.
yes its true, all of it - the internet doesn't really exist, so it must be.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
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- jon crowcroft
- misery me, there is a floccipaucinihilipilification (*) of chronsynclastic infundibuli in these parts and I must therefore refer you to frank zappa instead, and go home
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