I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

hello reader,

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.