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what a lovely flounce it'll be
out of the building, tears streaming down the face, with bulging red eyes, the angry stamping of tiny little feet into the soft green grass while the wistful summer breeze plays gently with the leaves in the trees as the tiny little feet plod on to the cobbled streets of the village on route to the station masters office, upon which a ticket to Farawayland is purchased, a one way ticket for never shall they return, the station master smiles and hands over the ticket, with the firm knowledge that the stupid twat will be back next week like nothing happened.
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Fri 3 Feb 2012, 12:18,
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out of the building, tears streaming down the face, with bulging red eyes, the angry stamping of tiny little feet into the soft green grass while the wistful summer breeze plays gently with the leaves in the trees as the tiny little feet plod on to the cobbled streets of the village on route to the station masters office, upon which a ticket to Farawayland is purchased, a one way ticket for never shall they return, the station master smiles and hands over the ticket, with the firm knowledge that the stupid twat will be back next week like nothing happened.