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Continued.....

'Strangers are just friends that you haven't yet met.' (Unless they're psychopaths, in which case you should probably take evasive action.)


Amy and Marta were at work, making multi-coloured macarons for a wedding.

'You should take a photo of these for Blip,' said Amy, admiring the pretty little meringues scattered on the table like confetti, 'and accidentally feature one of our business cards in the shot.'

'Actually,' said Marta, 'the thing I really like about Blip, is that people don't have to know who you are unless you want them to. Take Nugget for example.'

Amy looked up from filling the macarons with chocolate buttercream. 'Who's Nugget? What's Nugget?'

'He's my sole subscriber. An amateur geologist from Shetland.'

'Interesting!'

'Not really. Every single one of his photos is of rock. He's been Blipping for three years, and only takes pictures of stones. Can you believe he's already suggested I might like to see his ossified wood!'

'First I was afraid,' sang Amy, 'I was petrified...'