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- Unspoilt pubs for nice people
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- My black shirt
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- Preference
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Pull the red cord to summon the nurse
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- ABV
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A likely story
- An unlikely story
- Last known address
- School days
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Keyed thoughts
- Lost reasons
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- Muchachas
- Miso soup
- M is for Martyn
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- Rather great
- On my desk
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- Remember
- One night in the pub
- Times past
- If you think hard enough you can apply anything to your own life
- Journal
- There is no guarantee that I will ever write anything else
- No factor 30 in Aus
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Saving plan
- Fixed vision
- Standard application form
- Thirsty evening
- Some time ago
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- Family life
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- Not justified and still fairly young
- Saturday night
- Sunday afternoon
- Curious writing
- Pop music
- Spin the world to make it go faster
- Disclaimer
- After the beauty of the urban springs
- Work
- Careers guidance
- A thought for thursday
- What happened one night
- Stalemate
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- Things to do in the morning
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- 20:20 vision
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- The most beautiful girl in Fernhill Heath
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Last night I saw a ghost
a former me
scrawled in a diary like a dying spider
i'd written about my life
thoughts and
feelings
and, shortly afterwards
the pen had snapped
in pity, or desperation
the previous me i saw, a
person i once knew is
now gone
the diaryist denied
replaced by a blogger
in equal decline
22 April 2004