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I have a friend that stayed in one of his trips. I didn't see him for a couple of months after that. Then one day he pitched up at my house with a chicken under one arm. He had plucked all the feathers off the poor animals body and had painted it bright red to match the colour on his bald head.
I had a cup of coffee with him and sent him on his way.
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