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I know what you mean, Nina, even if no one else does. I bought one a couple of years ago because my old one (donated by my mother when I left home, ahh 'twas the last thing she gave me save a kiss on my taut, wind-frosted cheek etc.) was getting, to use the technical term, a bit knackered.
I skipped along to my local supermarket, of all places, where they were selling big fluffy ones for a tenner. Yes, at the time it felt rather strange. And yes, I felt slightly older because of it. But you know what? It's ok to be older. If nothing else, it makes you realise how fucking annoying kids can be. |
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