Thus, stage one occurred. Dust flew, patterns emerged and hand-cuffs were spotted in what may have been a room for slaves or underpaid child pattern-makers. No-one will ever know, not now that we removed the evidence. The task seemed so great that we had to call upon mighty Horacio, "God of the dusts and rubbish", and summons his great powers. Oh yeah, and a couple of trips to the tip.
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