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A virile suitor from our town's uni-student terrace house utopia of the French Quarter has today found himself excited to find some junk mail.
With his shitbox old Hyundai Getz costing him an arm and a leg to fill up and his favourite website displaying weird content adjacent to what he normally likes, Jarrace Dickson was in need of a win.
And that's exactly what he got this morning, when he decided to collect the mail that had been overflowing from his mail box for a couple of weeks.
Expecting to find a much ignored power bill, Dickson instead found a gift from god, or satan, depending upon your spiritual preferences.
The Target catalogue.
Scurrying quickly back into the his house, Dickson avoided eye contact with his housemates before ducking off to peruse the new range of bras and underwear at Target.
It's believed a Best and Less catalogue may also have been appreciated, with the young man enjoying an analogue version of Page 7.
More to come.
