Love oranges. And the one that looked like a snail.
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The smell of orange as the lady next to me ate one on the overground. It smelt sharply of Christmas (yes that word again)
Having my third session of IPL. One step closer to no body hair stresses (well…fewer body hair hair stresses)
Watching several simultaneous firework displays from my flat, nose pressed against the window.
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