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Yeah, it was like I was saying to the bloke in Sidcup … The pea was quite big; it was pretty funny actually … It was Thursdays in Burma, I think … So, anyway, I said to her … I said “You put that cheese down! And QUICK!” … Anyway, it couldn’t have been an oedipal complex: it wasn’t my mother … It was about this time I realised the telephone was empty, so I figured it was time to goSome nun she turned out to be … I need half a pint for three … Hey, you think I keep these needles for darning!?

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Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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