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| What's for dinner tonight luv? | |
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| Ow bloody hell that's all we ever have! Grass, grass and more grass. I'm sick of the bloody sight of it! What I wouldn't give for a nice fat juicy steak. | |
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| Oh that means I can have yours if you're not having it then. | |
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| Ah well, I didn't say that now did I Jill. Sod it. We better have something good for dessert and don't you dare say cows pat. | |
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| My mother told me you'd be like this one day when my udders started to sag... | |
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