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tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-20

So as I head into work on a rainy Saturday afternoon, feeling slightly in doubt of my cranial capacity after last night's party, there's this sudden smell of fried food - fish and chips perhaps - in the tram. How come that smell only carries so well on cold, wet days ?

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