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I swear this is a true story. I know you probably won't believe me. My friends
don't, and I think my parents are pretty dubious, but it's true. Anythink you
want me to swear on, parent's lives, New Zealand not getting obliterated by a
volcanic holocaust, my new house's foundations - I'll swear on. It's true, every
word of it.
I never knew the true meaning of fear until the day my washing-machine went
walkabout.
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