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I possess the right

A cat of horrifying proportions enters the kitchen and looks at fridge in the moonlight. ‘Why are you shut up so tight since you cannot eat your own contents? The fridge replies, ‘Sir cat, according to the cold store principles … Continue reading

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Lash Route

A train waits, basking in the sun on the bridge. We shout abuse. Mark throws a can. It’s beautiful tonight. Off at the station and into the city. The air is golden, the high street like a motorway to be … Continue reading

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