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After a good while I started paging forward through the disc. This novel thing was page after page of words then a number then more pages of words and another number. You had to read to get to the end; you couldnt see the point in reading through all that just to get to an end.

When new folk breezed in the door through Silk Cut and Embassy smoke you saw their mouths move straight away to the lyrics of the songs even before they spoke the words of their orders over the bar.

thirty pages in and miss girl STILL hasn't called the police like hello

I was made to go up alone. All her savings were on the table in small piles of fivers with name tags by the piles. The blueish brooch was there with other bits of jewellery and more names on paper slips. Sure enough my auntie's name was written next to the brooch.