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Number withheld whenever you call Whenever I call dial zero, one, two, three, four into the earpiece in whatever order you choose. In which directory? OK to call? Beneath details, number 1, 2, 3, 4, beneath details open the door foreword into detail into which detail? You? Which you? Receive a light, puff away in between broken coughs into where detail which whenever light you had taken goes up in soot in what never happened in whatever calls you made in whatever calls you make in whatever dues in whatever break calls you make in whatever hell you bake listen to me I’ll call you OK because in which can details a story make in which breaking news I light for you always.
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