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The hands had agreed to travel to the darkside. They had travelled long and far in search of the ultimate thrill, and had finally found it. Here, in a disused fork factory in sheffield they had found what they had been looking for. Trembling with anticipation they approached the dirt-streaked sink and it's dented and tarnished steel surround. There above the sink was that iconic white box with the dreaded, the filthy, the perverted legend upon it - "Boraxo". |
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