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>Oh! and clever boy on your guess.
Acha, some change is there with Mr Dean, sahib.
Still, I'm not one to be able to talk; just this morning, I had to discard a belt I had used for at least 10 years.
Thirsty weather, here in Darwin. Speaking of which, it's 1845 and I'm still at the office. But I hear a beer calling me from far, far away ...
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