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Wednesday, 21 September 2011
tales from the funeral
Ellie. She was dead sordid.
Angie. She wasn't sordid.
Ellie. Yeah she was. That magician sordid her dead.
Angie. That wasn't a magician, it was Garfunkel.
Ellie. He was dead sordid.
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