Ah earth you old extinguisher. — Samuel Beckett, Happy Days
Ah earth you old extinguisher. — Samuel Beckett, Happy Days
Ah earth you old extinguisher. — Samuel Beckett, Happy Days
Ah earth you old extinguisher. — Samuel Beckett, Happy Days
Ah earth you old extinguisher. — Samuel Beckett, Happy Days
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Ah earth you old extinguisher.

— Samuel Beckett, Happy Days
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