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| On the way he met a cat. A silly cat. She was All That. (I know, I date myself with this phrase, but if you've never read Silly Sally, you should. You too could find yourself trying to make all sentences sound like this.) |
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| We had beautiful light. And what happened to be "killing an hour", turned into "milking an hour". It was great fun. |
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