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Melbourne congealed on the horizon; a vast grey monolith slumped beneath an iron-grey sky. Continue reading
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Melbourne congealed on the horizon; a vast grey monolith slumped beneath an iron-grey sky. Continue reading
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Pat watched the other travellers file past, pushing trolleys of luggage, giving him the once-over. In every passing face he read, ‘Thank God that’s not me.’ Continue reading
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Melbourne, as a city, is a lot like London.
Pat believed this like a superstition as he sauntered down the corridor that connected the aeroplane to the terminal. Continue reading