[chapter i]
The Vicar's Tale
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"And when the floods receded and the sun was out again, the locusts started to sing. It gave him a chill. Never had he heard such a sweet melody. And the rhythm of a million strange voices in a strange land. ‘Twas then that he remembered why he had come here all along. To infect the Chinese soul with some sweet Rock ‘n’ Roll, a twinkle of cool Jazz and a spoonful of yearning Rhythm & Blues."
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