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There's a Bloke In This Cafe Slapping His Face

he's been there doing that for about twenty minutes it's both palms on both face pastries he was here the other day laptop in front of him bopping and biffing like in a boat race chronic stress? enervation? or giving the epidermis something to think about sod retinoids and clarins maybe the brain is fusty needs a few yawns too like the sound of an alaskan salmon against sham praise is this the future? when i'm gone on buses, trains, offices a democratic spanking

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