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If I hadn’t married your father I think I’d be living in a little farm house in the south part of France with someone called Jean And he’d be ooh a local handyman you know doing painting and decorating for people gardening building fences and we’d have a veranda with figs growing over it and there would be a field of sunflowers at the bottom of the garden and a little town on the hill in the distance and we’d sit outside in the evening and drink red wine and smoke gauloise cigarettes and watch the sun go down
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If I hadn’t married your father I think I’d be living in a little farm house in the south of France with someone called Jean and he’d be ooh a local handyman you know doing painting and decorating for people gardening building fences and we’d have veranda with figs growing over it and there would be a field of sunflowers at the bottom of the garden and a little town on the hill in the distance and we’d sit outside in the evening and drink red wine and smoke gauloise cigarettes and watch the sun go down
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If I hadn’t married your father I think I’d be living in a little farm house in the south of France with someone called Jean and he’d be ooh a local handyman you know doing painting and decorating for people gardening building fences and we’d have veranda with figs growing over it and there would be a field of sunflowers at the bottom of the garden and a little town on the hill in the distance and we’d sit outside in the evening and drink red wine and smoke gauloise cigarettes and watch the sun go down
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If I hadn’t married your father I think I’d be living in a little farm house in the south of France with someone called Jean and he’d be ooh a local handyman you know doing painting and decorating for people gardening building fences and we’d have veranda with figs growing over it and there would be a field of sunflowers at the bottom of the garden and a little town on the hill in the distance and we’d sit outside in the evening and drink red wine and smoke gauloise cigarettes and watch the sun go down