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James made it to the kitchen,
slightly stressed.
This milkman was like no one else.
Though he hadnīt been here for long.
They once had this old dude called: Memphis.
He was certainly disgusting, and blind, the poor
man didnīt even know if heīd put the milk in the middle of
nowhere or at a random adress..
He hurried up and fixed his hair, now standing still, listening after the well-known knock
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