walking up the hill back home.
I had just resolved in my mind to come home and open this: box 18.
My eyes fixed on the newly resurfaced pavement in front of me. Nice job.
"Excuse me, is this the way to psychology?"
I look up. Brand new Uggboots, young, bewildered, bleach-blonde, redolant in fake bake for the start of term.
"I've no idea" I say, equally bewildered. "That's a bit too profound a question to be asking this early in the morning." I add.
She walks off, bemused.
Didn't think I looked like a psycho.
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