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Dancing Kitty
I was walking into Spencer Street Station (which I will call it till the day I die) today from my Office today. And I heard someone call out something that could have been "Paul!" You know how it is, when you hear someone calling out and you can't tell if it's intended for you. So I turned around and there was my mother. Eating an icecream. She was in town, from Geelong, for an ALP Environment policy committee meeting (yes, it runs in the family) when our paths happened to cross. How random!
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