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In a desperate bid to see my class' entry in the 'Perfect School' design competition, Kat and I found ourselves being escorted into the bowels of my local shopping centre by a frightening security dyke, into an area endearingly known as 'the cage'. I was glad I wasn't alone. I would have feared for my innocence. My sanctity, even.
We didn't win. But we did see a side of the shops I'd never seen before. And noone was violated.
We didn't win. But we did see a side of the shops I'd never seen before. And noone was violated.