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'What a lovely new car, Bob.'
A deep sigh, and a faint rattle of chains. 'How one manages, my dear, on a mere pittance, I do not know.' And then, turning to George, his chaffeur...'George....chives!'
'Yes, sir.'
'You don't mind, Beverley my dear? There isn't a chive in London. I've scoured the entire city. So I thought if Oldfield could give me the teeniest clump....'"
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I love Egon Schiele!
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