My breath vapourises and floats away from me like a regret. A car is wearing a blanket over its windscreen like a giant eyemask. I tiptoe past so as not to wake it up. Two men stand vaping either side of the corner-shop door as if they're the most regretful bouncers in the world.
Thursday, 4 November 2021
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