Last night I went out for dinner with two of my favourite people - something I don’t do often due to a) unemployment/poverty and b) living miles from most people I love (more on this another time). But out for dinner I skipped with reckless abandon, like a tipsy school girl sneaking out of bounds to meet her inappropriat…
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