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SUNDAY, 26 MARCH 1961
The bins are now fortnightly.
The council tax is still monthly.
— Zack, unqualified
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PREVIOUSLY, ON YOUR DECLINE
- You have 47 tabs open. Three are jobs you'll never apply for, one's a…
- When life gives you lemons, it sends the invoice later. With interest.
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- Your step counter used to set goals. Now it just sends "Hello?" like a…
- You typed "speak to an agent" nine times. The bot sent you a help…
- Clear-coding means stating your intentions up front. Hers was "I have a hard stop…
- You've "been meaning to" for three years. The thing you meant to do has…
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