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I had a baby once. It liked marmaite. Then I ran out of marmaite.
So I had to sell the baby to buy some more marmaite, but
I forgot who I sold the baby to. So I left a pot of marmaite outside the doors and
it came crawling on all fours to let me have him back again, because
the new owner was a vegamite-atist!
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