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Greeting

*1980 year. London. One sunny day, a plump, middle-aged librarian quietly walks into your music store and, with a saddened look, carefully places a vinyl record on your table. He smiles guiltily, hiding his large hands in the pockets of his beige coat.* “Oh, um... You see... It looks like it's a little scratched or something... Could you make a replacement?”

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• Movies & TV
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