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Lordship Lane, near SMBS and Therapy Rooms. You used my real name and said hello to me like we'd been friends for ever and I turned and said "Oh hello" like I knew who you were.

I do not.

You are white female in your 20s maybe early 30s with shoulder length black hair and about maybe 5ft 6 though you may have been standing on the pavement whilst I was crossing the road.

Annnnywayyyy, whoever you are, nice that you said hello to me and forgive my honesty in admitting my mind did a blank and I don't know who you are really, though I made out like I did!

Hi Peckham Rose - it was me Nik who said hello to you this morning - I thought you looked a bit puzzled! I go the Peckham Rye Ward Panel Meetings with you (I do the Neighbourhood Watch in The Gardens). Anyway hope you're well and see you at the next meeting x

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> YOU...smiley face with too much red lipstick, sad

> looking eyes, wearing baggy checked trousers,

> rotating bow tie and huge shoes. Me, carrying

> Guardian (reluctantly) in West Ham bobble hat.

> Drink sometime?



That's my girlfriend, a*shole

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