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Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
Cracow, Malopolskie, Poland 
It wasn't a dark and stormy night.
It should have been, but there's the weather for you. For every mad
scientist who's had a convenient thunderstorm just on the night his Great
Work is complete and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who've sat
around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor clocks up the
overtime.
-- (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens)
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