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I feel like Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr. "Anne Uumellmahaye?"
And to think, I could have been a bank manager by now, or a primary school teacher, or something "normal". Don't know if I'd be happy, but at least the bailiffs wouldn't be turning up in my dreams as gangsters, vampyres, and the likes... Mind you, I'd have probably reached 55 and had a mid-life crisis, so maybe this is the right path (sorry: please, forgive my whinging 'lithers)?
Mind you, I met a decent fella in the pub earlier and we had an excellent chat about "The Art of War", Zimbabwe, Sci-fi, and other topics; and how often does that happen? |
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