Like all decent journeys, this one begins hectically.
However, before the tale of the train-shit-I-mean-bus chasing, I'm obliged to describe one of the longest days on my life.
This began on Thursday morning, 00:30am.
I made my god-damned phone call. First impressions included shock. That is due to the Australian accents of a photovoltaic
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Which boy?
Just to make sure.
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