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Bang.

They were halfway through the second jug when Marcin said truth was not a social agreement, and Tony told him that was exactly the sort of sentence that made people want to remove funding from universities. Anna was leaning against the wall, wine in hand, watching the pub do its usual slow collapse into warmth… Continue reading Bang.

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Boxing day

They were already arguing before anyone remembered why they’d come out. The Sandbar smelled like hot oil and damp carpet, the sort of place that claimed “coastal vibes” despite being three suburbs from the water. Mitch was at the bar first, talking to the bartender about how sustainability was just “risk hedging dressed up as… Continue reading Boxing day