The strangest thing just happened to me. I went downstairs to cook some food, and I looked at the depressingly huge pile of washing up to which I had contributed one plate and a knife and fork. I flatly refuse to wash all this up, so I picked out a few plates and glasses and some cutlery to wash. So far so normal. While rearrangeing the rest of the
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It's called displacement, Katie.
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