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Warehouse: my normal day

4:45 alarm automatic coffee black no sugar. Frost glazes the street. Bus early. Driver sleeping in the draft from the doors. Next to man whose breath stinks of pig shit. Spat out beside warehouse – breathing steam trains with the … Continue reading

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