I recognise it.
And I'm decent*.
That is all.
* This may be a lie, like the imaginary Victorians upon which I model my life, it's all top hats and shiny monocles in public... but teenage courtesans and Absinthe behind the twitching velvet curtains.
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Doctor When May your wife shat and chipper,
Fri 17 Mar 2006, 17:13,
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