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Desperate for a wee, Lucan had hastily parked his Aston by the side of the road and disappeared behind some bushes. Returning to his car while still zipping-up his trousers, he realised that some scoundrel had made off with his holdall which had been strapped to the luggage rack and contained enough sensitive information to bring down the local poker ring. "Damn!" he exclaimed, with resignation, realising he'd have to go into hiding until it all blew over.
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