there is this drunk sitting in mort street with this poor girl. he says i am the stranger. i scream at him, what are you thinking, this is nothing like the north coast you wally, they will stab you and rape her and steal anything worth taking from here. yeh you are probably right he murmurs. i have made a big mistake. i am alive. i am dead. no difference standing in the sand with the sun in my eyes.
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