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It’s shortly after eleven o’clock and here I sit, on my computer and completely off the grid. I’m at a cottage my girlfriend’s family rents for three weeks every summer. Right now everyone is in bed or already asleep, but not me. No I am sitting on the portch listening to the breeze come of the lake and russle the leaves. From here I can see a small lighthouse flickering its little blue light and hear the sound of the bull frogs croking away. I don’t have a care in the world, and We Speak For Freedom is farthest from my mind. What reason do I have for WSFF if I am so far off the grid?

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The radio squawks into action in my car, madly cycling through stations until it settles on Talksport ... And break for commercial.

The man at the end of the street doesn’t talk to his neighbours much, because he likes to keep himself to himself.

He pays with cash, because he doesn’t have a bank card.

And he keeps his curtains closed, because he lives on a bus route.

He sounds like my kind of guy. I think I’m starting to like him. If he didn’t keep himself to himself so much we could probably end up in the pub. ... The advert continues.

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