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She came into my office as if she owned the place; but seriously the impression of grandure was spoiled massively by the way she was swaggering like a duck wearing a soppingly wet nappy; and, as she shashayed into my best armchair, the ash, dangling precariously from the end of her cuban panatella, cascaded down onto my nice clean Persian carpet, there to be swept up by the auto-hover-bot and subsequently deposited into her right shoe.
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