Last week,
I sunk my teeth into the finest food, found myself rummaging through the sale racks of Topshop for the eleventh time, even witnessed the sales assistant wheeling out the Further Reduction sign, baked and bummed at home, doodled and wasted a quarter of a tree, probably a few branches too, and concluded that I am running out of ideas on how to spend the rest of my life living on this stale island.
Help me please, anyone..
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