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The Dumping Ground
Just add slake lime, then cook for a long as possible
Monday, 24 September 2007
There we were
thinking that things had been bloody awful weather wise... and then autumn turned up in the early hours of this morning to set us all right on that point.
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Henrietta
East Anglia, England, United Kingdom
This month only my hair is pink. My teeth are very good, and I only bite when asked.
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