From What I Hear
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In the evenings you and I would go down into the little laneway. Sometimes I would buy us coffee or soup, although towards the end when money got tight you were happy with tea from a thermos. We'd sit on the bench outside the glassfronted Laneway Bar and you would tell me the unauthorised biographies of the patrons moving their hands and mouths inside...