I mentioned him, once or twice when we met in a pub and sipped at that nasty ale and sent it back.

Gladys had brought him home from an all night art school party where they played twister and admired one another’s slideshows of imitation manga.

Jake is the one who spiked me.

Roughed up in a smelly leather way. Inside a leather jacket is that red padded lining which looks like a granny’s eiderdown.

So I smelt a strange burning for a moment and then swung off the gravity perch and collapsed in a heap I presume.

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