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The first time I made a year clean, I was sixteen years old. It was March, rainy and awful, but we’d scored a weekend round yours, a Friday night soaked in teenage revelry and cheap cider and fags. My girlfriend had brought weed. We hunched in the corner of our graffiti-streaked car park - for it was ours, and we would reclaim the walls from council mandated whitewash with Sharpied cocks and half baked political slogans come next month - and blew smoke in each other’s faces, coughing and stumbling and laughing. My girlfriend had m...
The pale woman sat at his table shook, even under the thick woollen blanket he’d draped her in, even in the warm haze of the summer evening. Her seaglass green eyes watered in the glow of the oil lamp, short, pale hair too dry and brittle to catch any light. It was cropped, he noted, and her stained tanner’s apron was longer than her dress, though not long enough to save her tights from laddering - they were more thread than fabric. He straightened himself out, bringing out a pot of tea and two cups to the girl. She met his eyes, then looked...
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