When John and I first met, the back of his car was full of clocks and woks. He and his mate had broken into some vast warehouse; it was coming up to Christmas and they had no money. They were selling some of the clocks and woks they’d stolen and giving others to the females in their lives as Christmas presents. John’s mother got a clock and a wok. The less revered females got one or the other.
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