Agoraphobia confined him to the house,a single street and the wireworks walls,where he laboured, picking up on the solesof his shoes shiny nuggets of copper. A creature of habit, home for dinner at oneand tea at five, he exuded the tang of toiland lingering smoke of Navy Cut onhis breath and the fabric of his […]
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