She promised. Trish promised. She fuckin' promised. Get two single tickets. Aberdeen, she said. She reckoned we'd be in Jockland in three hours. No-one would find us there, she said. Bloody trains. Fuck. Should've been here ten minutes ago. Kings Cross, fuckin' shithole this. All these faces. Blank. Looking up at this bloody board, waiting to be taken s…
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