“We’d decided that it’d be safer than the drain, where two people caught lurking would surely mean questions and, ultimately, trouble. Plus, I was thinking that making Boges come to the St Johns dump was bad enough. I really didn’t want him to see the state of my latest living quarters. I’d noticed the man from the internet café who’d spoken to me yesterday, but I kept my head turned as he passed. Boges appeared, pulled out the opposite chair and plonked his tray down on the table. ‘...So what ya got for me?’ he asked as he unloaded a couple of burgers, some chips and drinks. ‘I saw this guy who looks exactly like me,’ I said in a rush. I waited for him to sit down, then I leaned in closer. ‘I mean exactly like me. He was staring at me through the fence down at the Central Station basketball courts, and then as soon as I tried to talk to him, he bolted.’ ‘I don’t blame him,’ said Boges.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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