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| I remember when this street wasn't one way. | |
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| Remember that? We used to wait on the other side of the street for the bus. | |
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| The number 27 bus. You don't get that anymore. Not like you did back in the olden days. | |
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| Remember when that building over the street wasn't there? It was better in the old days, when it was a piece of wasteground. | |
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| See the young people today? Always complaining. They're never happy. | |
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| We never complained when we were young. Where am I, by the way? And who are you? | |
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