I remember these monstrosities.

… know that was afternoon, because of course I knew that was the afternoon, what else would it mean. And we’d sit in the plastic outdoor chairs that would open up and swallow your hand through those strange strips of thing orange and white plastic, or would flip over if you somehow forgot how to get out of them, or that green one, with the strange bleached bit, that would catch on the racketing hinge and you’d end up with the chair folded in the wrong direction.
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Adrienne Beaumont
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Jun 3, 2023
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I remember these monstrosities.
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Written by Adrienne Beaumont12.6K Followers
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I’m Australian. I love to travel and write about my adventures.I write about my daily life as a mother and grandmother as well as my past experiences.
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