Hello from the edge-land of a small town in Yorkshire where I am in a conversation which earlier contained the phrase, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong, ill befitting a person who has read Brave but about right for a breakfast-skipping, carb addict. I'll head to the shop later; along the street then along the next street and through the ginnel onto the main road all the while scanning for dog shit. It's impossible not to think about all the horrible things in the world when you have to move through the world with your head down.

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