
and the faint wiff of brylcream?
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Sun 9 Nov 2003, 22:02,
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I'm pleased to report that my Dad still used Brylcreem.
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Sun 9 Nov 2003, 22:07,
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the smell of rain soaked cobblestones as the kids sparked their clogs on the corner of the street and women chatted with cigarettes hanging from their mouths as they spill out each juicy bit of gossip. And I? Well I just pull over my candystripped sheet and rest for a few minutes more before the alarm clocks rattles it's bells to alert me to a new day.
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Sun 9 Nov 2003, 22:08,
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