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June stared at a swath of discarded bacon on the floor and thought about blackness. Randy was colour. The balloon house from Up. Skittles. South America. He didn’t even own black socks.
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A typical October day in Halifax: bare and wet, grey and swollen, the storm drains leaf-blocked and foaming, the pigeons distended and mumbling. →
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