When I got to the supermarché to buy my bacon, they only had the round bit (not the streaky part aswell). My morning was turned upside down. I ran out the shop and down the street, I passed my hairdresser boxing in his trackpants, but I kept running, I stopped outside the courty to catch my breath where I stared down at the pavement for some minutes. After said minutes, I pulled myself together. I went to blackstar and grabbed an espresso one sugar and a takeaway brisket pie two sauces, which I ate in the sun on the brick wall out the front of my house.
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