Only In Africa
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Last published Fri, Jun 19, 2020
Do you know it's only in Africa where parents remove their spectacles to hear exactly what you're saying?
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This will be a sort of diary thingie magie that I can write in. Get ready for rants, some tears (from me not from you lol) and a bit of humour.
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