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Aah that’s better, a couple of liveners. Just the thing to keep me awake on the drive home. Four poxy hours, alone in the car, at frigging midnight I must be mad. I don’t know why I ever got involved with a northern bird. Still, it gives me plenty of time to think anyway, I wonder if anyone’s found her yet?
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