We're doing our one-word phone in. In one word, we're looking for your stories this week. Anything to do with hiding? I reckon most of us had hidden from somebody at some point.

Patsy, you strike me as someone to hides.

It does remind me, I wagged. Oh, mum and dad are someone at hides. It does remind me I wagged.

Oh, mum and dad are listening to this.

I wagged school once in about year 10.

I love the idea of mum and dad still getting you in trouble for wagging school.

I mean, that's what I moved into another hemisphere so I can not get in trouble anymore.

I can get grounded.

Wagged high school with a girlfriend, went up the street, up the local drag,

and had lunch.

And one of the teachers, Mrs. Bell,

who was our year-level coordinator,

came into the cafe.

So we had to hide under the table,

and she didn't see us.

Is she myopic or something?

So obvious.

Tables aren't solid. I mean, so obvious. Tables aren't solid.

I mean, your eyes sees what's under there straight away.

I mean, she, by the fact of she had cancer answers.

She all misses, old Mama Bell, whatever it is.

We're convinced we're going to get caught out.

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