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John I'm hurt, a shot at the Rose I hold so dear, what do you mean dirty fish? Where else can you catch numbers of winter holdovers, while the aroma of burning plastic and the sound of police cars fill your senses? Just because those floating logs, might actually be floating logs, or that bloody rag, might actually be a bloody rag, is no reason to come down on the beautiful Thames. Why just last week I focused on a pair of bald eagles soring nearby, so if you learn to just not look too closely, the river will reward you.
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