I step outside. Two sisters with badges preach to me, trying to offer me info, I am getting phobic to. I am in a shop, the moans. I am in a taxi, the pry for info. I am a regular in a chemist. I happen to have a one off prescription straight from the doc, one day, it does not register with my usual reference number. They try to enroll me, when I already am.
The sell or pry ... but need help ... the walk away.
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