I eventually got round to starting to delete some text messages from my inbox, as it finally reached bursting point around the 900 mark. They date back to the middle of July when I got my new phone. Excluding texts from my mum, 99% relate to meeting for a pint. What does that say?
Still, as I stood in the cold and drizzle, smoking my 2nd fag in a row (substitute for a lunch break), they did take me back to a very enjoyable summer.
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