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:43:01
- I blow-dried my hair up
into a little ball.

:43:12
"The Cancer". A play in one act
by Sören H. Lindberg.

:43:19
I got a play!
:43:23
Is that all?
:43:26
With age comes insight into what
we should have known in our youth.

:43:32
If Id known then what I know now,
Id have had eight penises.

:43:38
Take it easy, now...
:43:45
I feel sick, too,
with you lot screaming!

:43:50
Eight knobs hanging in a bunch
against my thigh.

:43:54
Just think!
:43:58
Kenneth!
:44:01
- I need a toilet!
- Daddy, where"s Granddad?

:44:06
- Granddad is dead. Stone cold.
- You never told me!

:44:27
There you go, Christer.
Watch your head.

:44:32
Careful. Good. Let"s turn around...
There. And down we go...

:44:38
So when we got back to town,
everyone upped and went. Boring lot!

:44:46
OK, watch your step.
Do you want me to help you?


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