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He was just in from the pub, lying down with a paper, as was his want, picking out the horses for tomorrow. And I was goin' 'round the room, and collectin' up the dirty clothes, and making a few *gentle* remarks on the subject of personal hygiene. And he was lying there, lettin' on like he didn't hear me. So I was quietly rippin' the newspaper out of his hands, in order to gain his attention, when...
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04/03/2025 alle ore 11:04
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