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"Fortune favours the brave; but unfortunately the brave were not in attendance when the lottery win was announced at the Gay Garlour's Club for Old Foggies and their Hangers-on, so the prize money was shared out amongst the meek, the pure and the handsome; well that excluded me and thee...." he muttered under his breath to the mangy dog slouching at his right heel, with a slice of a bacon butty between his sharp canine fangs....
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