At 6.45am I leave our rented apartment, which after three days and nights of all-male living is very reminiscent of my first year in college. I make a quick attempt to clear up - which involves moving the half-finished takeaway trays from the living room to the kitchen - and Ben and I head down the road to Kinko's copy shop to pick up some banners we've had produced for our event inside the UN today on child and maternal mortality.
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