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Oh yeah. Listened to that in one of the local record shops. Sounded fantastic, but was broke. WIll go get it soon enough. First I have to buy that vinyl copy of 36 Chambers that I asked them to hold back for me though...
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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