Ooh, ooh, ooh, Nostalgia.
We are so old sometimes. Radio 4, knitting, nice cups of tea, and nourishing soup to dip our bread into.
And then sometimes we're teenage gang.
And then sometimes we're teenage gang.
I've eaten so much. I feel so fat. I'm stuck in a box. With water and rats.
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