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Ramblings of an armchair critic

Ramblings of an armchair critic. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. November 27, 2014. One summer it was thanks to my grandmothers insistence that my uncle ensured I was able to watch an ODI game from Sharjah, grainy footage and all in one of DoorDarshans channels. Until I woke up this morning and saw the words RIP Phillip Hughes. Playing Hookey for Shorty. February 14, 2014. February 12, 2014. The call always arrived after dinner. Located in the living room, the telephone offere.

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Ramblings of an armchair critic. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. November 27, 2014. One summer it was thanks to my grandmothers insistence that my uncle ensured I was able to watch an ODI game from Sharjah, grainy footage and all in one of DoorDarshans channels. Until I woke up this morning and saw the words RIP Phillip Hughes. Playing Hookey for Shorty. February 14, 2014. February 12, 2014. The call always arrived after dinner. Located in the living room, the telephone offere.

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