It takes the mind of the drilling, and filling, and scraping and clanking...
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Thu 9 Jun 2005, 13:56,
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when you get that lovely up-nostril view.
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Thu 9 Jun 2005, 13:57,
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... with his stomach by my head.
I'm usually before lunch, so it rumbles in my ear.
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Thu 9 Jun 2005, 14:00,
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I'm usually before lunch, so it rumbles in my ear.
his head on my chest and tells me how he longs for a life working in the open air raiseing a mighty heard of donkeys to sweep majestically to him every morning, but he is NHS so I put up with it
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