Propounded imbroglio, sub rosa.
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2006-06-28 - 12:14 p.m.
Yesterday my mum called me while I was on the bus. "What's all that talking?" I kept talking to her while I sat on the bus and while I got off and went into the art gallery and into the toilet (This was the funniest part, the whole bathroom was empty when I went in and I was crying to my mum aboiut being 28 and having no children and being a failure. Then some other ladies came in) and down the street and into Arthur Barnett's.
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