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YYY : M?
xxx: Some down drove ten spurs into a passport, a type without a fireplace.
WOW : and?
XHH: Naturally, when his passport was checked, all the spores he wrote at night on a clean A4 sheet with a black gel pen flew out.
WOW, where do these details come from?
XX: That Dawn was me.