I spend half of my life stuck behind the slow
I am destined for a rural existence in the end I think
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Sat 5 Jul 2008, 21:16,
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there's an Enid Blyton moral fable just about that
and it taught me not to barge into the elderly when running to the shop for my boiled sweets.
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Sat 5 Jul 2008, 21:37,
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