And as it's 31 August, and even the Grauniad has completely lost its marbles with Dianolatry, anniversary-wise, I'm wearing a t-shirt and locket bearing the image of an excessively pretty 36-year-old who died bloodily in the middle of Paris some years ago.
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His name's Maximilien.
Je m'appelle MarianneVive
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