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　　Fossdyke residential home now just felt like another boring old folk’s retirement home. Its life force seemed drained since Steve’s passing. Old folks congregated in their little groups, with the peace and tranquillity only broken by coughing, wheezing, and the farting of old codgers. 　　Fossils instruments had arrived from Cambodia several months earlier and, apart from Steve’s old guitar, their gear had remained locked in the storeroom. With none of them wanting to play, they either sat and reminisced about

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