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About Cork

In her dingy flat, all’s a blur—smells o’ gin and regret. She’s quick, no faff, like balancin’ books at month’s end. “Time’s winged chariot,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’s like, “Wot? Shut up and shag.” Hah! Fair play, lass. Done in ten mins—bang, crash, over. I’m lyin’ there, pantin’, thinkin’ o’ Jean blinkin’ his one eye, trapped, while I just bought me way outta me cage fer a tick.

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Then, around noon, the weather takes a turn. Outta nowhere, dark clouds roll in. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I start calling for everyone to get outta the pool. Kids are crying, parents are grumbling. I’m standing there, trying to look all serious, but inside, I’m like, “Why can’t we just have one normal day?”

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