Seeing him confident and cocky every day in the doorway to his house I had to pass on my way home pained me. He had no job, just living in a council house and always seemed happy about his life. I didn’t know if it was hating him or just wanting to be something like him. I now know I absolutely fucking love it. I found a small little shop in town by accident, “The shop of change” it had in fairly small writing.

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