Here
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_Felix 's school of dance and occult sciences,
Mon 28 Jun 2004, 12:18,
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I love you
and want to have you babies.
Edit: Really, that couldn't be any better. If I'd done it, it'd look shit.
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Tone Depear fucking rocks,
Mon 28 Jun 2004, 12:19,
archived)
I want custard creams.
Lots of them. Now. By express courier.
Will probably have to go to the shop instead.
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_Felix 's school of dance and occult sciences,
Mon 28 Jun 2004, 12:23,
archived)
tone@ nospam swissworld.co.uk
Mail me your address, and crustard keanes will become apparent via the royal mail. Unless your toe-rag theiving postman decrees otherwise.
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Tone Depear fucking rocks,
Mon 28 Jun 2004, 12:27,
archived)