I whinge more about the guy that bought my car and go into some detail about my disdain for the man. My girlfriend messages needing help with her tyres.

The twelfth one

I don’t know what this is. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t have any expectations from this. There’s a significant chance that no one will ever read this. There’s an even more significant chance that no one will ever hear this. Why does this exist? Why is this here? I don’t know.

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The twelfth one

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