Mother, if you are reading this, will you kindly email me the four-digit number on the picture ID you used to purchase my travel card? I kind of need it in order to check my balance online. Or you could make a nice, big deposit so I am not trapped in Stratford.
This is terribly embarassing, prostrating myself over the interwebs like this, but I left my debit card back in London with the professors (for security, you see), and now I don't know my balance and I don't know how far I can even get right now.
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"Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark—for instance, he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies." - Animal Farm
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