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12 April 2007
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1 comment:
But would Dr J wear a beard, aNew York stubble, or a chin? And whichever it was, would he sleep with it above or beneath his sheet? Or, indeed, his significant other? Wear the bottoms of his trousers rolled? Man, such problems......
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