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| Mouillé |
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| Silo ! |
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| "...or is the dreary change in me?" |
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| There I was cold, my feet were kind of frozen. I drank tea from my bottle, and it felt as if the tea was going directly into my toes. |
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| Saffron Walden Market. "Darling, are you sure you need another pair of pruning shears?" |
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| Saffron Walden. "It's ok, dear, leave your bike here and walk around. Rosie? This lady has cycled from Cambridge. We'll keep her bike so that she can have a walk." Later: "Have a good ride. But be very careful: we have a pervert, here in Saffron Walden. All ladies here are warned, but as you're a stranger I wanted to tell you... He is mostly around in the evenings. Be very careful". "Hum, sure, I will. Thanks." Didn't see no pervert. |
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| Didn't step inside - was hungry. Went to eat a broccoli and stilton soup, and garlic bread. Felt happier. |
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| brownie |
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