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Re-arranged my bar, removed the Bodum, ready for the Gaggia. Standing, looking at it – exactly like Max Cohen, waiting for Euclid’s chip.
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Hm. Get a load of the singing, flashing tree on Indian Wells at Hawaii – gotta’ roll your window down to hear it.
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(makes me wonder if there’s some kind of christmas invisible swordsman around.)
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