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You're saying I *didn't* have to infiltrate this drug cartel? … shit.

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Ah, yeah...sorry, Ed. Hope you made some nice new friends though?

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My friend used to call me a weirdo magnet which I decided was a good thing, both for stories and for life, but only realising years after it was my own weirdness that reeled em all in! (Extra appreciating your beautiful sun pictures on this grim grey winter's day)

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Ha. I have genuinely found it to be a good and bad thing to be honest - but it's not boring! (And thank you!)

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I remember when I was on maternity leave, going a little bonkers, my husband kindly went to the shops after work to buy things from our list "to help me out" and I basically had a meltdown because *I* wanted to go to the shops. Going to the shops by myself and just browsing the shampoo aisle seemed like the most exciting adventure.

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Owen, love the way your write, your kiosk is the best way to start the day with some filtred coffee in hand. Greetings from Buenos Aires, Argentina.

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Hey, thank you! That's so nice to hear. Really glad you enjoy dropping by from so far away!

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Yah…. But yah kinda do need to get out there and live …. Like A LOT.

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