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Where’ve you been?
Out.
I know that, but where?
I had to go to the city.
How was it?
Hot. You wouldn’t believe how hot. Imagine being
in a sauna and cooking chips over red hot coals wearing a suit of armour.
Your sister popped by.
My sister.
Yep.
She never pops by.
She did.
Did she leave a message?
She said she didn’t get it.
No one gets it; anything else?
She said you’re getting old.
Cheek! We’re ALL getting old. That’s it?
She asked who ‘him’ was.
You.
Me?
Of course.
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