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The concrete bit into my cold feet, as I edged down the path, eyes open for neighbours. Carefully lowering the weighty bag, label peeking nervously street-ward, lined easily next to others just like it. I turned my face downwards, squinting in the soft rain, likened to spittle by an exuberant storyteller. Hand on the cold door handle, I'm in. It's over. I've put out the rubbish....