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Steepholm's Dream Diary: 4
Oh dear, the school run obliterated most of last night's wacky phantasmagoria before I got to the PC. All I remember is someone explaining, in a slightly Bond-villainish way, how to torture kittens using a device that looked rather like a giant eyelash curler.
The rest sank beneath the waves of Lethe. Our loss.

The rest sank beneath the waves of Lethe. Our loss.

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