Dint you hear?
One of them mermaids up the canal.
I know. Fancy! Up on the gas main she is, combing her hair and singing them dirty songs. Barely dressed, I heard. Filthy things. Mark my words. She’ll be hounded out soon enough. A right round flea in her ear.
Mind you.
My Eric spends a lot of time fishing, these days.
Simon Sylvester 
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