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Unsteadily, Arthur got to his feet and brushed himself toys sex down with a
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of the scrubby dried grass toys sex that was to be found here and there. He was
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last saying something to him.
'I beg your pardon?' he called out.
'I said, can toys sex I help you?' she said, in a thin, scratchy voice, that he
could only just hear.
'Er, I came to ask your advice,' he called back, feeling a bit
ridiculous.
She turned toys sex to peer at him, myopically, then toys sex turned back, swiped at a fly
and missed.
'What about?' she said.
'I beg your pardon?' he said.
'I said, what about?' she almost screeched.
'Well,' toys sex said Arthur. 'Just sort of general advice, really. It
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brochure-'
'Ha! Brochure!' spat the toys sex old woman. She seemed to be
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or less at random now.
Arthur fished the crumpled-up brochure from his pocket. He wasn't quite
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when he consulted it, that the entries