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All happy plumbing families are alike; each unhappy plumbing family is unhappy in its own way. Everything was in confusion in the plumbers' house. The younger brother had discovered that the older brother was carrying on with a princess, a real peach, by all accounts. This position of affairs was some step up from his previous girlfriend, Pauline, and the younger brother, still a bachelor, was painfully conscious of it. Even the term 'younger brother' seemed somewhat risible to him. He was younger by a mere two minutes and yet that two minutes may as well have been an eternity. Two minutes away from having his name grace the family business, two minutes away from being the one to fix a princess's piping and win her enduring affections. Little did he realise, though, that these two minutes were a blessing in disguise. For truly, he was two minutes away from a life spent chasing after a woman kidnapped with suspicious frequency, a woman who likely preferred the thrill of a commoner's attention to the banal reality of settling down with a man who spent the majority of his life elbow-deep in u-bends.
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