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Short Story – Jomfruland
This room smells like lavender. I haven’t been able to find any vases or bottles of essence, so I assume its just part of the room itself, seeped somehow into the hundred-year-old wood of the walls and the floor. For now I don’t mind it, but perhaps tonight – god, why do they make all…
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This is tumbleweed blowing across the food tab.
I had big plans regarding this food tab. Sure, it was a poorly-veiled excuse to eat out more under the guise of being a local travel guide informing all the tourist hordes about the best places to grab a bite in non-touristy locales. But I was quite excited about it. Then I went and had…
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OVERHEARD… at UCT this morning:
“So, like, in your house, when it’s Lent & stuff… what do you DO?” “Oh, you know, we eat fish and um, try to avoid sugar and…stuff.” “Erg.” “Erg.”
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