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FRIDAY, 12 MARCH 1971
The bins are now fortnightly.
The council tax is still monthly.
— Zack, unqualified
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PREVIOUSLY, ON YOUR DECLINE
- Children are a blessing. They're also why the remote is in the bin and…
- You said "my For You page knows me so well". It knows you're awake…
- Mistakes were made. Nobody made them. They just happened, like weather.
- The weekend is two days long. Monday is nine emotional days long, and you're…
- Not all who wander are lost. You are. The map gave up.
- You hyped your mate's mixtape. You've never listened to it. Neither has anyone. Including…
- Opposites attract. Then they argue about the thermostat for forty years. Whoever outlives the…
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