Wellington, 2010, I was in my final year of the freedom you have when you’re not a parent. You don’t know it as any sort of freedom until after, and you wouldn’t trade it back for the obvious elation of how you go on to feel – with its frustrations and occasional heartbreak too. But, yeah. In 2010 I was working a steady job and I was writing for the new…
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