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Leda and the Swan


  He flew in, more wings pinned to his chest, and she fell, soon laying not one egg but two, followed not only by a house   but a garage complete with Morris Minor, to be followed by a Ford Anglia, both of which he serviced himself, having   retired his uniform and wandering eye, […]

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