Tuesday, 14 May 2013

I ran away

Albert would not go out and insisted I stay in and dust; I was on the first bus into the city leaving him with a clean duster.

I sat next to an interesting gentleman who asked me what I did for a living, I told him I was a plumber and got off at the next stop in case he asked me about pee bends.

I still do not know where my friend is.

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