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Stevie took his seat upstairs at the front of the bus, and mentally leaned into the conversation behind him A: "So, you design? You're a designer?" B: ¦¦¦¦¦¦.. A: "You design houses? Have you ever designed a restaurant, or a bar?"
We bobbed round the edge of the brown water, looking for access. Waterlogged wooden pillars poked out and up over our heads, and in between there slid a recess of mud that sloped up to a possible route.
"How shall we go? "How did you get here? "I came through the streets. A different route would be prudent under the circumstances. "We'll go back, Ralph decided, " by river.
It was a fetch. Of my dog. Fetch the dog. Not funny. If I explained to anyone, they'd say it was the heroin. "It's the heroin! They'd say. Like I was stupid.