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August 14, 2013
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  1. Bob McArdle permalink
    June 16, 2018

    I remember my great Aunt talking about the catsmeat man. He would deliver it to their door and sometimes just put it through the letterbox, and her older sister, my Nan, said that when my Aunt, who was a young toddler, found it, she would eat it

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