One day there was a man called Jimbob. Jimbob was rather dense in the head, so he decided to read a dictionary. All night, he read and read and read, until he had finished it twice. Now in a relatively more intellgent position, he decided to take a trip to an army base down the road. Clasping the dictionary firm to his chest, he ambled through the Autumn rain, down towards the bottome of the road.
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| - One day there was a man called Jimbob. Jimbob was rather dense in the head, so he decided to read a dictionary. All night, he read and read and read, until he had finished it twice. Now in a relatively more intellgent position, he decided to take a trip to an army base down the road. Clasping the dictionary firm to his chest, he ambled through the Autumn rain, down towards the bottome of the road.
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| - One day there was a man called Jimbob. Jimbob was rather dense in the head, so he decided to read a dictionary. All night, he read and read and read, until he had finished it twice. Now in a relatively more intellgent position, he decided to take a trip to an army base down the road. Clasping the dictionary firm to his chest, he ambled through the Autumn rain, down towards the bottome of the road.
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