I love the time people seem to have in India to hang out and yarn with their mates. This bloke was chatting away to the bloke in the next shop..... slowly.... not more than a sentence or a grunt every minute. I sat opposite and wondered what they might be talking about. I guessed 'yeah me missus keeps telling me to clean the back of the shop, but I always tell her to mind her own friggin business.'
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