I'm not going to look at the twit on the unicyle, I'm not going to look at the twit on the unicyle, I'm not going to look at the twit on the unicyle....
Sarah hated her embarrassing step father with a passion and from behind the protection of the garden fence she waited patiently for the exploding club to detonate.
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