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“Yes Lavender water,” she repeated. “Thank god,” the prince cried as he filled the bowl with secondhand vindaloo. There were a terrible to do at Slaithewaite Junction, Elias Scargill the union rep demands to know what happens to shit from bog in royal saloon and when he finds it drops on to track he demands that the royal saloon with the bog is uncoupled and left behind, “Why in gods name?” asked the Prince when he was told there was a delay and he stepped into platform forthwith, “You there!” he
