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They say you see stars, and he did.But not the cartoon ones that spin around in a perfect halo. More like misshapen chunks of rock, clunking around his field of vision. Eventually they eroded away but the headache did not.It was like someone with a pickaxe was intent on splitting his skull, and with each blow, he winced.
“We have plenty of time,” Mum said. The whole world was practically on fire, but she made it seem like everything was cool beans. Ever the optimist, Dad thought, only half-cynically. Usually her idealism annoyed him – he called her a dreamer with her head in the clouds, which usually came out “Where’s your head at, woman?”
For someone who relied solely on plastic and overdrafts to pay for things, she seemed to find a lot of loose change lying around. In the footwell of her car, in the gutter when watching her step, on side tables in waiting rooms, in the elevator or corridors of her building. So much so that she eventually cleaned out a jar of Bolognese sauce just for somewhere to put them.
Going by her reflection in the stainless-steel, she could see the Prosecution made a good point about her. Too bad his argument had been overruled. According to Judge Holland, “the defendants looks are not a fair or verifiable assessment on their likelihood to commit murder, Mr. Rudolf” to which the Prosecutor had replied under his breath “Exactly my point, your Honor” before sitting back down to review his notes.Meanwhile her sweaty obe...
There was nothing festive or Christmassy about lobster, and he would not be convinced otherwise. Throwing a few shrimps on the “barbie” and calling it Christmas dinner was clearly deranged. The sheer convenience of it upset him, never mind the distinct lack of stodge. Bowls of roast veg, glazed in honey, a rich, thick gravy (none of this watery piss either), a tangy cranberry sauce, and ...
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