I went into the opticians with my son and got talking to the people working there.
First I recommended the Albion Beatnik in Oxford to a lady who said it sounded like heaven. So she will probably get there pretty soon.
Then I confessed to the man who'd mentioned his dream a few months ago that I'd put it into a poem and had even read it out in public. He was so thrilled and wants to see it.
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