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I wake up. The baby is crying. My back hurts. I’m cold. I slowly sit up, stretching carefully, rubbing sleep out of my eyes. Damn, I still have yesterday’s makeup on. I reach out blindly for my alarm clock and my hand meets concrete. Opening my eyes properly I see pop up tents, kids in sleeping bags all camped in the centre of town outside a huge shop. My little sister is still asleep next to me, all wrapped up in a pink sleeping bag, and my baby daughter is screaming, bundled inside her carry cot.  What the fcuk are we doing here? For a moment I begin to panic, trying to remember what I did last night, but then I see a huge poster, two stories high, plastered on the side of a building. I see a face, perfect dark hair, flawless brown eyes and deep dimples. I read the words ‘signing TODAY.’ 

“fuuck” I whisper.

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