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Oi mate, tractor life’s a grind! Drivin’ me rig all day, chuggin’ through mud, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie—y’know, a bit of company! Love me some “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—that flick’s got passion, mate, proper steamy vibes! Reminds me, I’m out here, lonely, needin’ a bird to spice things up. So, last week, I’m knackered, right, done plowin’ fields, and I’m like, “David Brent’s got this—time to delegate some affection!”

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Dr. Maletzke could find no conclusive evidence that television causes juvenile delinquency, or has any clear and spectacular effect whatsoever on the smite.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.