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“Alan,” said one of the men standing behind him. “Easy.”
“Yes Alan, you’re being rather rude, you know that?” Pat liked to get a hold of their names. It was like a handle on their irritation.
“What’s your fucking problem?” demanded Alan the Stockbroker. Continue reading
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The three went into the café in single file, Pat holding the door for three university-age girls as they left. The last girl smiled and dropped her eyes as she went past, and Pat felt a thrill in the pit of his stomach. Continue reading
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“Fifteen Love,” said Wally, spinning his racquet and bending his legs ambitiously.
“We won’t score,” said Nir. It was intended to be friendly, but Pat absorbed it as condescension. 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
Theme Park at its Darkest 