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Autumnal colours
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Autumnal Chess Valley
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Woodland path.
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What, no DI Why?
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See all the little ants.
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The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. This one wasn't quick enough.
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Yack
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For Jimmer. \m/
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Remember this, Jimmer?
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My choice.
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Sweet
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I have no idea why someone felt the need to bring a packet of bathroom tissue to a bar…and opened it!
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I was…
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Love is in the air
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Keep on moving
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They put the face in the wrong place
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Writer's block
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Tired, a little hungover, and in need of a shave.
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Going underground
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The eleventh chapter
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Homeward bound
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Hmmm…beer.
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Huh?
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Chim chimery
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A true London icon
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Leading lines
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The beginnings of a new chapter.
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Dave's fantasy?
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Yummy!
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Double yummy!
