So I had the time of my life today.
Braving the stale air, clawing my way through a mass of old clothes comparable to the size of the Pacific Ocean, plunging my hands into an abyss, which for some rather-be-left-unsaid reason contained old food crumbs, tuna cans, residue of blu-tack and undoubtably some yet-to-show-itself mould and rat skeletons.
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