She burst into our flat, mid-raging-argument with her partner, and asked through tears if she could talk to me. I looked down at the ice-cream I was in the process of spooning into my bowl, looked back at her and (to my great surprise) said: “I’m not free, I’m eating some ice-cream.”
When we first moved into the temple …
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