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03 August 2010

And I Never Know Exactly Where I Am

Today Maria approached me and asked if she could have my passport.

This is the 3rd time in the last 4 weeks that she's asked for it. I reminded her that 2 weeks ago she had scanned a full copy of it. So why did she need it again?

Her answer was a bit confounding: something to do with copies or extra pages or something and the embassy was mentioned but I'm not sure which one. I suspected that I was being glamoured, so I just handed it over to save us both the effort.

She was pleased as punch as she skipped off with it.

Something's up, that's for sure. My money's on identity fraud.