The line at the unemployment office moved at the speed of wet glue.

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Frank Mercer stood at position twelve in a line of twenty-one people. It was seven in the morning and the sky was the colour of a dirty dishcloth. A light rain had been falling since midnight and showed no sign of stopping. The man at position seven was smoking. The man at position three was humming. Frank was doing neither. He was looking at the linoleum floor, which had been patterned with...

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