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Low life

Honesty, simplicity, integrity: not what I want the morning after

I was looking for a club full of dissolute writers. This is what I found

12 July 2014

9:00 AM

12 July 2014

9:00 AM

Tap tap tap at the door. I opened my eyes. ‘Check-out 10.30,’ said a neutral or possibly slightly hostile female voice on the other side of the door. I looked at my phone. As I looked, the clock changed from 10.29 to 10.30. Then I heard what I perceived to be the irritated rustling of a large plastic bag and receding carpeted footfalls.

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