A set of car keys
Some sort of Ambush
Not seeking the front pages, not wanting to be seen
Ninety-One
Kidnapped by Gypsies
The Story of Jemima Pinke.
He doesn't like apricots, or porridge
A Difficult Case
Birdsong, turn up the volume
Press Button A
It's only in retrospect we know
Something buzzes, something is buzzing
Picnic in Angola
All we do is argue about positions
I am clumsy, I am clummy
Counting and counting and counting
I smell her, they say it is cheap, I smell Tweed
Slate, nothing but fucking slate
as I walk to the phone, lift the receiver
Generation Kill
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