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So, 3P, I gather it's me and you in the wreckage of the post-apocalyptic 'lith. With Venger wandering around trying to make out who's who.
If you miss us much, you must drop back by, Meddy. Bring a bottle of wine, I'll bake something, and surely somebody can do us a sight better than a George Formby imitation for entertainment. |
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