Waste Paper
As usual there's a heap of papers and envelopes beside Ailz's desk. I pick it up to take downstairs. Flyers and catalogues go straight into the recycling bag; anything with our address on is for the shredder.
"Where does all this stuff come from," I ask, rhetorically.
"God", she says.
"Where does all this stuff come from," I ask, rhetorically.
"God", she says.
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Thats not the most I've received on one day by any means.
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Plus catalogues which we never consult because we always buy online.
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