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Here we go again. You can't turn around without some nutjob trying prove his faith. I do not have time to rebutt your ridiculous statement right now, but I shall return with the scientific torch to glaze your custard, and the logical spoon to crack it.
Mmmmmm.... Creme Brulee...
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Fortunato became immured to the sound of the trowel after a while.
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