On a near nightly basis I dig out a chisel begin tapping away. The scenario begins with me sitting on a train or outside a pub or next to a branch of Itsu in a shopping centre. To stem this unbearable sensation I dig out a copy of the London Review of Books from my tote bag. It is linty and worn.
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