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The BookBenches speak (parodies)

The Jeeves and Wooster┬ábench was the very first one I visited. “Jeeves,” I said, massaging the old lemon, “why is there a painted bench shaped like a book with us on it in the middle of a shopping centre?” “Because,” … Continue reading

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