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there I was, walking the railways at last, hoping for a train with empty wagons to roll past for me to jump on and meet Dean Moriarty . Just to sit back, chew some coca leaves and chill all the way to somewhere. Sadly this dream failed on two levels. Firstly, he is a fictional character ( or possibly not) and secondly there was no train.
It could be argued that walking along railway tracks is a d...
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Sandra
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Sun tan
How come Wendy looks so pale and Gordon is resembling a native with his tan?