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In the hell to which all journalists must descend when they die we shall sit at red-hot desks with quills of fire in our hand and spend eternity writing about the salubrious weather of that region.
In the hell to which all journalists must descend when they die we shall sit at red-hot desks with quills of fire in our hand and spend eternity writing about the salubrious weather of that region.
Because remember we broke the spare bed, didn't we, when we were hot desking with our sex.
Because remember we broke the spare bed, didn't we, when we were hot desking with our sex.