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| She shall press, ah, nevermore! |
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| Worst fudge ever? Of course, I’d want to stay out of Devon. |
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| I think it’s sad, to see magnificent beasts penned up in dark underground enclosures, like that. They should be free to roam the snow-covered fields. |
Mistress Courtney and, erm… another goddess and two maggots, there.
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| It’s a good point, actually: I do like paella. So, I suppose I have to be whipped. Damn – I hate it when she uses logic on me! |
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| There are other extras. Not as many as there were, but there’s an endless supply waiting patiently outside the studio door. |
