The leachings were performed in a controlled atmosphere chamber in four different steps […]

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As a Londoner and regular user since the 1980s, I remember how it was an awful, mismatched place cobbled together from various styles of architecture and which was anything but passenger friendly.

His large mouth sloshed around, trying to get teethly purchase into the grease-filled slab as two pieces of fried onion with a dab of ketchup hit his shirt and cascaded downwards, landing around his pants' zipper.