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September 16, 2008

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Graham's the same. Years ago we met this woman at the local market, let's call her Pompey Lil, you know, peroxide hair, fake leopard skin coat, he spoke to her for 10 minutes and didn't introduce me. When I asked later who she was he said, "The love of my life" but he couldn't introduce us because he had forgotten her name.

Hey, aren't YOU supposed to be the love of his life? Although, the way Pebbles looks at him . . .

Yes, they look like bookends

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