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                                                    She thought: I dunno what’s gonna happen, or how it’s gonna happen, all I know is it sure as hell will happen! It was fuckers like you who locked up Oscar Wilde. Terry Sick was known for his song God Bless the Civil Service . There’s a homeless man about my age sitting on the church’s stone window ledge. She got off the bus in Stoneybatter with her torn tights and handbag of leather. On Verschoyle Court he wept, quietly, in the surprisingly mild November afternoon. Her mind travelled to a house on Carlingford Parade where on winter evenings in 1993 she went to drink whiskey and get caned. Every pulse in him beat at double time. How’d I ever know anything b4 I cud look up stuff at my fingertips the livelong day? Just fucking google it! JFGI: A shadowy expectation of a ...

                                                                      I suppose you could call it a practical joke but it wasn’t funny. Adam Twain’s so-called friends were wetting themselves. It was a status update that did it—nigh on ruined Adam’s life. “I killed Jemima Dukes” they’d posted on his Facebook page, gaining access when he’d left his screen unattended to go to the college loo. That’s what he got for wasting time on social media. He should have had a science website open. If not that, then he certainly should have logged off Facebook before going to relieve himself. He had always been an absent-minded fellow, his head in the clouds on higher things. That’s why the “friends” hated him, mocked him, and bullied him. He should have been more careful knowing them.  Shoulda, coulda, woul...

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