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me
of
Finland
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Flatmate was quite fond of having parties in the kitchen (my room opened onto it) or her room (with my bed against our shared wall) until the wee, and not so wee, hours of the morning. Of course, she did this any night of the week (and every, urgh - I recall six nights in a row at worst) but they went even longer on Friday or Saturday nights.
However I routinely had to be at uni at 8 or 9am on Saturdays or Sundays, for up to 14 hour days (of manual work often).
The memories... *shudder*
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(VISITOR) AUTHOR'S NAME
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27 august 2007, 08:31:55
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