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By wordley Date: 2002 Jun 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.24.10.44.18620]] |
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" ayup me duck, come sit down and tek 't weight oft thy feet" Horace crooned "got t' look after yer self tha knows" Hilda was tickled pink, "you're tekin this very well, Horace" she sighed. "i've got thee a present" said Horace holding out a bottle of Guinness, "But first....Is t'young un mine?" |