Some of the books on the shelf behind me and certainly some of the records tight in the cupboards to my left were around to see this . The red and white striped towel hanging in the bathroom that could outlive all of us if we let it was there too. The kids give a it a wide birth even when it's the only clean one left.
For a day so remembered what he realises is how little remains. Just the turning on the heel, back down the path , back towards the nondescript cold gloomy Sunday. After that probaly alcohol
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