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The butcher near me makes this horrible little mince man in the window each day and so now I see a mince man more often than my own family.
The butcher is never to be seen. Perhaps the mince man *is* the butcher.
I don& #39;t want a mince man. I want my mum.
Choose your side of history.
This is the most I& #39;ve talked to people all year. I can& #39;t wait to tell Mince Man about this.
At the end of the day, aren& #39;t we all just Mince Men?
I am sorry I called it horrible now. It& #39;s not mince man& #39;s fault. I& #39;ve just lost my job, house and all my possessions in this pandemic and I was lashing out at the one friend who has stood by me. I& #39;m sorry mince man.
Maybe it& #39;s a Banksy.
I never see a Mrs. Mince either. Mincestress? Mincess?
