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Submitted to Contest #109
I hadn’t been in London that long when I started flyering to pay for the weed I bought from the Somalian shopkeeper on the corner. I was in my early twenties and very naïve. I didn’t mind standing in the West End during the twilight hours in the freezing cold. Stuffing flyers into the hands of ravers gurning with their eyes wide and chaotic as they sauntered out of clubs and into illegal minicabs. I didn’t mind as I was one of them, choosing to rave on a Sunday daytime at a club under the arches after a breakfast of bananas and a nourishme...
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