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18th March 1965

“Sam”, she muttered speaking under her breath, “What do you have to say about this, the inkpot like thing, this doesn't seem older enough to held such an appearance”.

They crowded over the bottle of ink, which was bigger than they had seen normally, it was thick glassed and the cork of which hanged from over the neck of it, ti

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