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| It was a quiet evening here at The People's Republic of Ames | Night was upon us as we walked to the Mathom House upon the Canw | But, wait... | ... what is this? | It's in a big box | 
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| And it is fragile | And well cushioned | There, snug in twenty-four little cells | Twenty-four bottles of the best stuff on Earth | Nesbitts has returned | 
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