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We’ve tried it
in the bedroom. We’ve tried it in the hall. We’ve even tried it up against the wall. We’ve tried it in the kitchen. We’ve tried it in the lounge. We’ve really tried moving it around. We’ve tried it in the conservatory, on those long cold winter nights. But somehow there, it just didn’t seem right. We’ve tried it in the dinning room, after we’d had dinner. Another place where it really wasn’t a winner. We’ve tried it in the bathroom. We’ve tried it nearly everywhere Although there is one place we’ve never tried it, for the risk of sliding down the stairs. There’s somewhere I’d like to try it, but of that you were quite emphatic. There’s no way you were having it in the attic. I know you like it very much, but at the risk of sounding deploring. That rug of yours, is just a nasty piece of flooring.
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