"Are you swiping?" my best friend asks me over breakfast one morning. I gulp down a spoonful of woefully bland porridge and think for a moment about how to reply.
The answer was no, I wasn't swiping. But in saying so, I was met...
"Are you swiping?" my best friend asks me over breakfast one morning. I gulp down a spoonful of woefully bland porridge and think for a moment about how to reply.
The answer was no, I wasn't swiping. But in saying so, I was met...