Rapport. (2003)
I’m sitting here munching on Icelandic candies sent by my grandmother. The package arrived on the day War broke out. She has got a sixth sense about these things, sent comfort food to both me and my sister at exactly the time we need it.
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26/06/2024
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Bad Writing
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