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FRIDAY, 15 JUNE 1956
Till death do us part.
Not a vow. A fixed-term contract with an unspecified end date.
— Zack, unqualified
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PREVIOUSLY, ON YOUR DECLINE
- Listen to your body. It's asking for a biscuit and a lie-down. It's been…
- Abs are made in the kitchen. So are toasties. The toasties are undefeated.
- Your fitness app's AI coach called a four-minute walk "incredible progress". It said the…
- Listen to your body. It's asking for a biscuit and a lie-down. It's been…
- You did the Mannequin Challenge again for old times' sake. The standing still was…
- The pothole is on the list. The list is dynamic. The pothole is permanent.
- Your back now goes out when you sneeze. It goes out more than you…
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