Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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Fading, Fading...

First thing this morning my mother found the plastic bag of advertising that came with yesterday's Telegraph- and went through it item by item.

"What's this?"

"Advertising"

"I don't know what this is."

"More advertising."

"What's this?"

"It's all advertising. Take my word for it."

"What's this?"

Well, you get the idea.

When she'd been through it all- and I'd removed the pile from sight so she didn't go throught it again- she gazed into her empty cereal bowl and asked, "What do I do now?"
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