I through a type writer out the second story window of a house I lived in with some mates in Orange years ago. There were letters and numbers everywhere. It was a real pain in the a&$e picking them all up the next morning with a cracking hangover.
I through a type writer out the second story window of a house I lived in with some mates in Orange years ago. There were letters and numbers everywhere. It was a real pain in the a&$e picking them all up the next morning with a cracking hangover.
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