Answer
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I
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never
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thought
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it
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would
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happen
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with
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me
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and
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a
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girl
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from
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Clapham
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Out
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on
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the
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windy
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Common
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that
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night
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I
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ain't
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forgotten
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When
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she
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dealt
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out
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the
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rations
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with
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some
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or
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other
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passions
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I
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said
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"You
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are
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a
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Answer
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lady"
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"Perhaps,"
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she
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said,
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"I
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may
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be"
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We
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moved
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into
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a
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basement
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with
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thoughts
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of
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our
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engagement
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We
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stayed
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in
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by
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the
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telly,
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although
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the
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room
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was
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smelly
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We
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spent
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our
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time
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just
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kissing
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The
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Railway
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Arms
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we're
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missing
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Answer
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But
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love
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had
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got
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us
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hooked
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up
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and
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all
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our
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time
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it
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took
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up
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I
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got
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a
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job
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with
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Stanley
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He
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said
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I'd
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come
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in
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handy
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and
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started
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me
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on
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Monday
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so
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I
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had
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a
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bath
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on
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Sunday
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Answer
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I
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worked
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eleven
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hours
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and
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bought
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the
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girl
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some
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flowers
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She
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said
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she'd
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seen
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a
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doctor
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and
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nothing
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now
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could
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stop
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her
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I
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worked
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all
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through
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the
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winter,
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the
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weather
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brass
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and
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bitter
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I
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put
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away
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a
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tenner
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Answer
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each
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week
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to
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make
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her
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better
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And
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when
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the
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time
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was
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ready
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we
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had
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to
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sell
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the
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telly
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Late
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evenings
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by
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the
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fire
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with
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little
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kicks
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inside
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her
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This
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morning
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at
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4:50
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I
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took
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her
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rather
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nifty
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down
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Answer
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to
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an
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incubator
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where
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thirty
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minutes
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later
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she
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gave
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birth
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to
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a
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daughter,
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within
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a
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year
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a
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walker
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She
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looked
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just
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like
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her
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mother
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If
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there
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could
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be
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another
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And
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now
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she's
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two
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years
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older
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Her
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mother's
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with
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Answer
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a
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soldier
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She
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left
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me
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when
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my
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drinking
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became
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a
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proper
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stinging
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The
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devil
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came
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and
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to
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me
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from
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bar
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to
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street
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to
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bookie
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No
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more
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nights
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by
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the
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telly
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No
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more
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nights
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nappies
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smelly
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Alone
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here
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in
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Answer
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the
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kitchen
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I
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feel
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there's
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something
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missing
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I'd
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beg
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for
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some
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forgiveness
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but
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begging's
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not
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my
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business
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And
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she
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won't
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write
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a
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letter
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although
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I
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always
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tell
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her
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And
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so
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it's
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my
|
assumption
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I'm
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really
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up
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the
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junction
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