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146. Doppelganger

Right, I’ll tell you what happened and feel free to call me a lying cunt if you like but this is really what happened and that’s all there is to it. It was in nineteen ninety five and that was … Continue reading

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143. Cavatina

“You’ve got rats in your garden.” I believe there is beauty in everyone, but there are some exceptions. She stood in her Winter-withered garden looking over the fence, wrapped in a threadbare dressing gown, scowling. The Shrew. Her face looked … Continue reading

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125. Fucking Amazing Dave

They aren’t all cunts. Obviously a lot of them are, but not all of them. I mean, even some of the workmates who I like are total cunts; racists, misogynists, badger baiters, thieves. It’s odd that I still think of … Continue reading

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124. Bloody Fast Food

Staffy has a shocking limp. He’s hobbling about, wincing and muttering. I say, “How do, Staffy. Hurt your foot?” He says, “Aye, Luci. I think I might have broke a bone in it or somethin’. Hurts like Holy Joe Fuck.” … Continue reading

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106. Four Minutes.

“Aye, it’s funny the stuff you remember,” he said. Bernie was crouched over a circuit board, huge hands deftly dabbing a soldering iron onto contacts, little wisps of smoke drifting up from the quivering silver. “I always went to the … Continue reading

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