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A warning not to take certain streets since a storm had knocked some trees down.

Walking through the blustering wind to find a familiar face waiting at the station. The ride to Madrid is always much more interesting this way.

Educating folk on the existence and flavour of Venus’s nipples.

Promising to make it through the week with optimism and caving in in 3 hours.

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