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The “sh” sound



Can’t remember what he was saying.
What I can remember is thinking that the mother-with-the-power-of-decision declared her intention of taking him in the Saab-with-the-noise to the hairdresser-with-the-Spanish-accent.

Time to shoot those locks, before the shearer shears them off with a sharp snappy sound.


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