Well, no actually, but
you sort of get the err, thing I was sort of trying to... um.
Never mind.
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J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Tue 2 Dec 2008, 17:00,
archived)
Well, I can if you'd really like.
*clears throat*
A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight as the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment!
That do?
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J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Tue 2 Dec 2008, 17:03,
archived)
Philistine!
That's bloody literature, that is!
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J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Tue 2 Dec 2008, 17:32,
archived)