Tag: Threats
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Shadows. Chapter Thirteen – A Place that was Ours
People on a street like the one I grew up in rarely used taxis. A cab fare took a sizeable slice of the weekly benefits cake, leaving too small a margin for such family essentials as TV, potato crisps, canned sugar drinks and beer. I’m not saying there was anything at all luxurious about a…
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