I was sitting in the kordova milkbar with my fellow droogs conspiring plans to a night of rape and ultraviolence when a gorgeous girl walked into the milkbar, singing beethoven. It was as if a marvelous angel flew into the milkbar and I was completely dumbstruck as what bogsends this devotchka vinnied. I soon knew what to do as lovely music came to my aid. It was Georgie the general his mindless gathering, a.
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