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coming out of the tall grass
Please knock on my little grey door.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
(1) It was not wondrously strange, and it should have been.
(2) Alan Rickman has the most mournful voice ever heard in a cinema.
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