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If I motor-mouthed, I might say something against the other batos. That wouldn't do. I wasn't a cheese-eater, not even now when the shit was down.

England stumbled into the World Cup quarter-finals and almost certainly put Scotland out after an error-ridden victory at Eden Park.

By clever and persevering use of propaganda even heaven can be represented as hell to the people, and conversely the most wretched life as paradise.