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Submitted to Contest #42
In the derelict depths of Donegal, Callum was tucking into his mother’s coffee liquor. She had left abruptly, so he decided to invite his old friends round for the weekend. The house was classically falling apart. A bit too empty and a bit too beige. He looked around at everyone around this table. They also played the same roles as they did four years away. Hector, with a farmers, squalid shirt hanging off him and ripped shorts, reveling in his own brutish banter. Will, smiling with his nicotine-stained teeth, pouring beer down his gullet, r...
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