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I can't move in my shed but I'll strive to make it like yours! I also want a leather balaclava like yours, just like some of the kids had when I was at school. You know the ones, those that permanently had a thick stream of snot down the channel above their upper lip but could make it disappear with one sniff. Yes! thats right, the ones that had sticking plaster over one lens of their glasses.Oh to have a shed like yours!the
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Just the one shed, then? You're no Arthur Jackson, then, are you?
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