to this:
On Sunday I went to Mega, his wife stayed at home, issuing a shopping list instead.
As it should be, already there caught me a call with a request to buy this, and then out that.

I end up being the whole brutal Ives Rocher: bald, bearded, hundred pounds, in mint jeans and leather – and hurrying to the local fairies to give me the Estee Lauder No. 23 mask.

I think I’ve put something into the world.
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Ives Rocher will not sell Estee Lauder's mask