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| Still, no need to be glum! A Saturday night spent with a litre of Scotch, a quarter of grass and some rape mpegs will soon turn my frown upside-down! | |
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| Wait! Get away from me with that thing! Nooo! | |
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| Maybe I could jump out the window? No: if I landed wrong I might just end up a spastic or something. And paracetamol is unreliable for the same reason... | |
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| Ah! Ah! Please stop! Stop! Ah! Ah! | |
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| God, no one has a life as bad as mine. | |
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| Daddy! Daddy! How can you do this to me? | |
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