Is there ever a more depressing feeling than when you have lost your phone charger. I say lost, but I knew exactly where it was, I could picture it, sitting proudly in the wall socket of the table by the big bay window in the Whitehorse pub. It had been a good night, but we'd all left quickly after the news had filtered through on the student group chat that there was a party on Gypsy Lane.
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