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Jul 2019
The doctor could do
nothing for me, that's
it he said, happens to
us all eventually, it is
simply ageing, sorry,
if the ****** didn't
work, the games up.

Then I met Sheila, a
baker.
In the presence of her
****** smile, I felt as
though the doctor was
wrong, all I needed was
a wholemeal levin.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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