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Once upon a time, in a district of merry England which is (not) (sorry about that) watered by the river Don, there was a place known as Manchester. One night, these five boys . . . ahem . . . if you're not going to pay attention, could you at least stop snoring quite so loudly! What's that you say? You already know all about the history of Herman's Hermits? And, if we're going to tell it all over again (for the 1000 1/2 time), would we mind repeating ourselves in a more original fashion? Because you don't really need the sleep? Allrighty! You just leave it to us. We'll think of something. On one condition. If, when we do come up with a new twist for this olde tale, you resume that noisy impolite snorning, we are never going to speak to you again! P.S. - Do you have the feeling that all you get is promises, promises?
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