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Mr. Parsons was standing there in front of his hotel and noting a clack clack approaching him.
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| "Listen Guv'nor just a minute of your time." | |
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He rumbled a small article into Mr. Parsons' hand.
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| "I sell the best lighter made for a cigarette. Please help me out. I'm blind: Westbury, I was one of them." | |
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| "Westbury, ah yes. The chemical explosion... The papers haven't mentioned it for years." | |
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