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Thursday, 03 May 2001 | Frozen dinner
Today I found a foreign hair in the frozen dinner I'd brought for lunch. For some reason, I'd always thought frozen dinners were immune to that sort of thing. I'd already found the meal unappealing before I found the hair. |
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