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..in the car brr br333
2 of them grew up with the same songbook under their pillows.
They could have been singers they say, but instead they got a job in the city
to make pictures of freshly married couples,
babies newly out of hospital incubators, old people who had no
imagary proof of their vows so they would make them.
They would travel to the village (a white Dacia) and knock on doors.
There was always someone who didn't think they would need the picture,
but ended up getting it anyway..