Interviewy Winterviewy

“Come on then you naughty duplicitous Paparazzo pranny, let’s do this!”, you chirrup, doing a little dance on the spot. “My leige”, you add, for some reason. 

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You get in a bin.
It stinks.
 
You stay there shivering for fourteen hours until you catch sight of a newspaper clipping floating past in the cold winter breeze.
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YOU CAN’T START A REVOLUTION FROM A BIN.
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   Written by James Rose

 

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