Every time I leave my flat

I do a dummy check of: keys, phone, myki.

So, of course, the one day I don’t, I forget my myki and have gone grocery shopping and therefore have a bag that is too heavy to carry down the road, so I get on the tram feeling like Aladdin.

Allegedly.

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About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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