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FOUR PIGS & A FUNERAL. DAY 3888: TUESDAY JANUARY 24TH 2012. Great, it's raining too. And so how many more people will they want to kill...today.. I fell off my chair twice this morning. It must be something to do with balance and the cold. Who knows. Anyway, I ran into Jack Straw and told him, he was .....(well you know how it goes) I just heard, then found four pigs sniffing around behind/under our display. They didn't ask if they could. And they didn't say what they were doing. They never do. But I understand one thing. They wish I was dead.  terrorising the living: she's still alive  criminals.....  voice on the end of a phone....  i'm not stupid gentlemen.
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