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February 15th

Packaging on food telling me how terrible it is for me.

I don't want to know.

Emails telling me about the new things I can buy.

I don't want to know.

Post telling me how much debt I am in because of the things I have bought that I didn't want.

I don't want to know.

Something has broken in the house.

I don't want to know.

Something else has broken in the house.

I don't want to know.

Other people having a simply marvellous time.

I don't want to know.

You are deliriously happy.

I don't want to know.

You're not.

I don't want to know.

The opening times of the cross fit centre.

I don't want to know.

The price of various creams for my disease.

I don't want to know.

It's your birthday but you don't want to be friends.

I don't want to know.

You speak Japanese very quickly.

I don't want to know.

How much gas and electricity is used when I am not in the house.

I don't want to know.

You are not able to walk your dog again.

I don't want to know.

A very very bad man is going to come here and....

I don't want to know.

It's time to get up and go to work.

I don't want to know.

Six months ago.

I don't want to know.

My test results.....................


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