Iâve lost over 20 kilos since I started, Iâm pleased to say.
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Lydia Steenberg Wow, thatâs fantastic! Well done you! But how come you havenât posted about it on the page? Iâm sure I would have seen and congratulated you if you had.
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Lydia Steenberg Ha ha ha I wondered what happened there. I have a cat too, Ginger Mary. No surprises, sheâs a ginger. Whatâs your catâs name?
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Benjamin Di Rosi Yes Iâve seen pictures of your Ginger Mary on your profile on Facebook (I also wasnât stalking you, I swear!) Those before and after pics were hilarious!! My catâs name is Silas. He loves my keyboard. He especially likes walking across it when Iâm working or typing, and sometimes, mostly when Iâm working on something especially important, he likes to lie across it, as if he owns it. Itâs his party trick, to get my attention. Iâd better go and feed him before he finds something else to destroy. But Iâm looking forward to chatting to you again if youâre keen?
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Lydia Steenberg Sometimes I think weâre our catâs pets, instead of the other way around.
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Benjamin Di Rosi So true ⺠Chat soon.
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Lydia Steenberg Bye, Benjamin. Bye, Silas.
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âYou okay?â
The man in Frankâs peripheral vision seemed chatty, and Frank wasnât in the mood for chatty, so he ignored him. He didnât come to this bar to be sociable â he came to drink and to forget. Well, to drink to forget.
âHey buddy,â the man said again, a little louder.
Frank went on pretending he hadnât heard him.
âHey man, you know your handâs bleeding all over the bar, right?â
The guy shifted from his barstool to the barstool beside Frankâs.
âItâs nothing,â Frank murmured, not making eye-contact in an effort to make it clear that he wasnât in the mood for small talk with an annoyingly hairy stranger who smelled like pickled onions.
âIt doesnât look like nothing. It looks like youâve been in a hell of a fight. Iâd hate to see what the other guy looks like,â said the man
cheerily. âSo, what happened to you?â
At last Frank swivelled in his seat to face the man. âYou know when youâre involved in something really big that happens, and you think itâs going to change your life completely, but it doesnât, and your life stays just as shit as it was before that big thing happened? But the problem is that you were counting on that big thing to change your life and make it better, but in reality, nothing changes, in fact that big thing just ends up exacerbating the problem and making everything worse.â
âEr, I think so.â
âWell, that,â said Frank, swivelling back to face the bar.
âSo what did you do to your hand?â the man persisted.
âYou ask a lot of questions for a stranger in a bar,â Frank spat. âWhat are you, the FB-fucking-I?â
âSorreeee! Excuse me for living,â the man said. âBut your handâs bleeding all over the bar and thereâs not much else going on around here, so it made me curious. No offence,â he added, waving at the barman. âWant another?â he asked Frank.
Frank nodded. Who was he to turn down a free drink? In fact, who was he to turn down a free anything?
âI punched something,â Frank said, by way of payment for his drink, which was being poured by an uninterested barman. Daytime barmen were always uninterested. Theyâd either seen too much, or theyâd seen it all.
âIs the thing you
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