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Reading

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O'Hare Airport a few years ago, two women chatting, one woman talking more.

I was sitting having possibly one too many beers due to the delayed United to New Orleans (Noo-Waughlins) and was listening (or snooping) on my immediate neighbours when, after what seemed like hours of sentimental offspring worship, the final withering statement which I'm sure was meant to destroy  the other woman's inner peace was the above.
I wrote it down and later wondered whether it should be a Ralph Lauren Kids or a Gap ad.
As you can see, I went for Armani Junior.

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London Transport Drunk

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Broken Bic (in Broken Bic)

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Untitled

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Spain

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