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The Dumping Ground
Just add slake lime, then cook for a long as possible
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Yup
Last night I walked into the lovely aroma of mulled wine. So yes I'm still walking beside the wagon as it trundles along. Heavy sigh.
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Henrietta
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This month only my hair is pink. My teeth are very good, and I only bite when asked.
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