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Tuesday, May. 10, 2011 7:59 p.m. Today a primary school boy knelt down and asked, 'will you marry me?' I should have said something like 'I am already married' or 'I'll think about it' but I said nothing. Fedex turned out to be so ridiculously expensive that I had to keep walking to calm myself down. That's how I ran into Mitcham Common, a wonderfully strange / strangely wonderful piece of common. As soon as I walked into the common, I saw a grey hare dodging into the shrubs. Strange red/grey insect. Babies! Fox staring at me staring at him/her. I still couldn't help kicking dandelions. |
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