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There were three redolent scents Harvey carried with him – petrol, sweat and tobacco. His three fragrances were not held back by soap nor splash, oh no, for to hide even one would be to hide a part of his honest soul. He knew he wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, he only ever promised to be true to himself.

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