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Harold Pinter (playwright) has died.
I've had trouble with my car. It's getting colder again.
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No more gardening for a while.
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Are you going out? Pick up 20 Player's for me would you?
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Jim's back is bad again.
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We'll have snow I expect.
Etc., etc., etc.
If you wish to be more contemporary, then you may add a few "fucks" if you wish.
Until the next time
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