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131 Pump Friction

Monday morning, gawping through black double glazing into a dimly lit car park filled with a mix of second hand and third hand cars that men can just about afford and new cars they can’t afford but they drive them … Continue reading

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97. The Outsiders.

I drained my whiskey and soda, sat back, lit a cigar. I listened. I could not hear the traffic outside, the shouting and the swearing and the constant hum of inane chatter that fills the streets, the chatter of people … Continue reading

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