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| Excuse me, have you seen my husband? He's kind of skinny, wears blue, likes hammering nails into his head. And what are all those ambulances doing here? | |
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| Anne Widdecombe won the Tory Party leadership? | |
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| No, your husband fell off the Niagara Falls in a bin. After two agonising hours of the paramedics trying to disentangle his entrails from the twisted metal, he finally died. | |
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| Did you have to describe it so graphically? I won't be able to eat my dinner now. | |
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| Look, I can change colour! Ach, this is crap. Time to end this stupid story. | |
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