Lonely Escapes

For the second time in his life Lonely was being driven to Revellers Green at high speed and in style. Celia had accelerated Gurkin’s Meowitzer 700 convertible out of the garage behind Vic’s Sewage Yard, burning rubber as she roared down the sleepy streets of North Tolleston. Behind them, a posse of Toms gave swift […]

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