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I'd go crazy if I had to live with Dazza's mother. I'll get a job to pay for a nursing home before that happens.
She smokes and she's an alcoholic and she's racist and...and...and...
we get along ok as long as I spend most of the time with my tongue clamped firmly between my teeth.
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Kind words are the music of the world. F. W. Faber
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