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Mr Unnamed Cybercafé Employee sang to me as I paid him for my time online. He sang to me as he gave me my change. He sang goodbye to me. Next time, I have been informed, I shall be forced to sing Brassens' pornographer of phonographs song, so I must hurry up and learn the lyrics.

srah - Thursday, 23 January 2003 - 8:45 PM

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