Slow fray of nerves — he stands at the edge of the crowd, his fingernails digging into the flesh of his palms. He doesn’t bleed: it is as if he is dead. What has he been doing these past few weeks since he got his p45? people watching — watching happiness walk by; watching choice [...]
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