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try standing on a revolving chair and stretch out one arm to grab a filled tray off the top shelf, whilst talking to someone on the phone. if you dont end up falling and knocking the back part of head against the table, you are thankfully less clumsy than shawna, who has very cleverly injured her head again, two days in a row. front on tues, back on wed. i think i should start talking to monkeys now, as kah mun suggested, due to excessive loss of brain cells.

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