No Time Like The Present
Published Monday 2 February 2009
At what point do stairwells begin to smell of urine? The sweetness of it reminds me of my mother and our trips to the shopping centre together when I was a child. People couldn’t possibly undermine the fragrance of The Body Shop and its compatriots with the exhaust fumes of the multistory car park, and so had to pass through [...]
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