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1986: I met my forever Valentine

I was sitting in the back room at Marg's tea house, a converted bungalow where we could hide out and smoke without worry of getting busted by prefects or teachers. Marg, the wizened old lady (she was probably my age now 🤣🤣🤣) would run to the back room and warn us so we could scurry… Continue reading 1986: I met my forever Valentine