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| friend of mine |
(from the archive)
People have been murdered for less.
Sunday morning, seven a.m. Joe doesn’t work
on any of the other mornings of the week- he’s a musician for Christ’s sake –
but Sunday? Bloody Sunday? It’s not like he has to be at a garden centre or
anything is it? And he hates D.I.Y.
So why in the fuck why has he even got his
phone turned on, let alone have the alarm set for this unholy hour? And why the
shit why has he left it on the table in the corridor?
No court would find me guilty would they?
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