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Ratling, clanking, tumbling down over burdened wife hitting the ground Bronze ones, dinted ones, ill fitting lidded ones. All dinning and ringing as things rain down. Wife is moaning, groaning throwing her weight around. No bones broken just injured pride. Shame about the stairs that she used as a slide.
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Feb 1, 2013
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