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' 'I always muddle up silicon with cellulite,' said Monica. 'The questions were still barbed, but the animosity had gone. 'Taggie raced round the beech hedge until she came to a gap-'Fire,'she croaked. 'Have you thought about that job I offered you?''You just fuck off like that.
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