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A amazing story told by a talented writer.


I woke up and the room was dark. The room was dark and peaceful. I had been dreaming about someone from the past – a friend I hadn’t seen since twenty-fourteen or sometime thereabouts. She was working in that dream in a school, she was working in that dream behind the reception desk in a school, receiving visitors and pupils. She was ticking names off in a ledger. She was tapping a biro on her teeth, counting people as they passed. The sun fell on the parquet tiles and all the people milling there were bathed in yellow light. The foyer was bright with school kid voices – a babble of highly polished sound. We said hello and we spoke about another past and I was happy to hear that she and Tommy were back together as they’d been on and off forever. “We’ve just got back from New York,”…

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