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			My swing, in my garden, in summer, when the gardens all nice. 
 
Unfortunately, every summer there gets a little bit less room between the sides of the swing, and my bum, and this year i almost have to wedge myself in, and get sum1 to pull me out. Bloody hips. Bloody childrens swing. Together, theyre out to ruin one of my favourite places. xx			 |   
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