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Natasha Walker

Natasha Walker

There was a desk covered in work, made its owner go slightly berzerk. Writing minutes for hours, she felt needy for flowers, so around HWF she would lurk.

Banbury girl sat nearly beside that young man who recently died in that plane crash in Spain ‘cept she’d booked France again so avoided that death, whilst he fried.

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