Remember the days when you were... oooh... maybe 5 years old? A big white fridge in front of you and a pile of little plastic magnetic letters to play with?
You were just about to complete a word when little Billy Johnson, your next door neighbour and so-called 'friend' came along and swiped a crucial letter you needed.
Recreate the angst here.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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