“Oi…oi! OI!” it takes two more “oi”’s for me to stop walking and turn around. I figure I must’ve dropped something, that’s why the guy I just passed is persisting to get my attention. “I met you the other day, I was with Z”, he says, “You might not remember me”. I vaguely recall bumping… Continue reading The ‘No’ Conundrum
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