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Wasn’t you at all, Suede. Went off for a dance. I’ve got a new record of stuff by Little Walter, Harmonica God, and I can’t stop playing it, even in the middle of the night. I defy anyone not to dance while this stuff is playing.
Which probably sounds awful, but it's no more silly than people who go jogging. Or those who cycle without having a destination. It’s exercise. |
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