Lately this blog has become almost a dead drop for things that most readers won’t have a clue about. It’s as if I’m trying to make it into an online variant of the cypher messages that spies place in newspapers:
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From Timmy to friends: My mongrel Grubby has been spotted.
We think it was him running towards the car.
This post will do nothing to stop this trend.
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In the end, I chose not to go. If I’m going to be alone,
I might as well do it without company.
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