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| | The Bovril Shrine |
 | | Our friend, of course, denied that the huge Bovril banner was a genuine shrine we had found in his basement: it was merely part of a bunk bed styled after an old double decker bus, complete with advertising. |
 | | But, as we explored through his kitchen cupboards, our suspicions were confirmed: Bovril everywhere, most of it being of the truly thick, molasses-looking variety that you have to import from England. |
 | | To this day, she loathes Bovril to the very depths of her existence (As an aside, she was also forced to drink draught Guinness as a child, and hates it as well. |
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