Monthly Archives: January 2006

247 Days

With The Last Monk still in dry dock with the Mysterious Assessors, I've been casting about for work to stave off the necessity to sell my body for tiny morsels of food and suddenly, two days ago, it came. The opportunity to write cricket articles for crikey.com.au.
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That’s It, I’m Tex­ting 000

“Tanya, don’t look now, but—” “Hang on Kylie, I’m just texting Steve.” “Oh.” “s-t-a-r-d. Right, done, what’s your problem?” “Don’t look now, but there’s a weird guy behind you.” “Where—” “I said don’t look!”
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