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| OK, I spilled my red wine on the new carpet, big mistake. |
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| As a result somebody is pretty unhappy about the carpet situation. I admit I'm clumsy. |
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| Still she gets me every time, the only way it should be. It must be love. |
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
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