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The schoolchildren gazed at the golden mask. "He's called Tooting Car-Man," said one little boy. "Tooting who?" said another. "Tooting Car-Man," repeated the first "They didn't have cars, stupid." "My auntie lives in Tooting," stated a third. "And she's got a car. Only she's not a man." Tutankhamun sighed. So this is Eternity...
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