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RosetteThe phone rang. I picked up.
Snoopy spoke before I had chance.
‘Check this call is recorded, then delete it. Don’t delete anythin
Clive La PenseeSo it is time to change names. Tannhäuser, alias Tanny, is now a new hero, called d'Albert . Connie is switching to Rosette in her new role-play.
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