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180. Raging Gull.

“They’re at it again,” he says. I pretend not to notice. He sighs an Intense Ginger sigh and shakes his Intense Ginger head. “Always them, at it. Fucking animals, the lot of ‘em.” Intense Ginger Bloke is on the internet. … Continue reading

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152. Better The Devil You Know.

I’m keeping my head down, low profile, hitting the keyboard and watching the day slowly grind away until I can clock out and become me again. Soulless Boss has been going relatively easy on me lately. I say ‘relatively’ – … Continue reading

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144. The Grind

I’m looking at the dust streaked screen of a primitive computer, half listening to Soulless Boss. “Press that. No, not that. That. Yes. Now click there there and there. No not there, THERE, for fuck’s sake! Select the paper. No, … Continue reading

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89. A Place in the Sun.

The inkjet chatters quietly. I sip my tea and yawn, while surreptitiously tapping away at the novel I’m writing, my ticket out of repro. The printed copy clatters into the out tray, and I rapidly hide the document on screen. … Continue reading

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