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| Kodders at lasts tells me what he has done with poor Parker my real butler. He is locked in the ironing cupboard. When we eventually get him out he is drunk on a bottle of my best scotch. He is going to need sobering up and I know exactly how to do that. My new cane has just arrived and I think I will try it out on his bare bottom. I will sort these battling butlers out. |
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