Where the Anchor Held Five Views of a Vacancy
Tommy Brennan stood outside the shuttered pub with his hands in the pockets of his tracksuit bottoms and counted. It was what he did now, since the dole office had started requiring fortnightly signing and the woman behind the glass partition always asked the same questions about his job search activities, which he recorded in a thin exercise book with a biro that kept running out. The book had...
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