That “trick-cyclist” I saw when I first booked in here three months ago was rubbish! Always rolling his tongue around expressions like “obsessional neurosis” and “frustrational trauma” just to give well-shaved jaws some exercise.
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The Voice of Summer
By Jane Eliot - Posted on August 19th, 2009
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Their home was a land of eternal wind and cold. All through the savage Antarctica winter the penguins had huddled together on the pack ice, heads down, eyes closed, their bodies pressed close for warmth, bravely enduring the blizzard which blew continuously during the month’s-long night.
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