Wands and lawnmowers
T: (moans) I wish the wand didn’t sound so much like a lawnmower. (moans) N: Um, which have you heard[…]
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T: (moans) I wish the wand didn’t sound so much like a lawnmower. (moans) N: Um, which have you heard[…]
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