The Freedom of Brown Woody

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The bar where Greek ladies twitter, siloutte against the wall, wwwwuw, Stephen clapping, ‘come’, sat, a stack of plates stood in the middle. Hattie walked in with two baskets, click, click, bping. Man dressed as lion, shambled in, and a man with a pointy hat, ‘Widow!’. ‘Damon??!’, turned in waves, smash, ‘CASH, sailors!’, long sleeves, polos, jumped, ‘Armed!’, ‘REST’, black jackets, Stephen vanished. Michael hid his pipe, ‘PLAY’, boozoki struck, educated, large, the fireplace wobbled, ‘SLAVE’ crosses + dauntless, ‘NATURAL’, a fox terrier walked in. Damon put his hands up, sipped black coffee, struggled to his feet, a plate toing, toing, toing over the roof, sat.Wartime England removed spies from ports, in peace bottomless. Spies broadened to towns, paranoia, result space, ‘in space no one can hear you scream’, like matchsticks in a bath, people find your edge. Clip, clip,clup, Hatties heals, at the far end of Port Manatoo, the shadows, ‘I get stroked out there’’, Stephen looked back, fishermen tangled in their nets, peeked his head through ‘a tunnel, come’, a dome, a Doric seat, a doorway, a dome, a dome, he turned 5 doorways back,m ‘A Labyrinth…..a snort’, Hattie giggled, ‘Onward’, a dome, a dome, a dome, ‘a dome!’, two doorways. Hattie tumbled out of a cliff, ‘Cor the misse3s off the Tele’, ‘boys’