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I failed to light the candle and the match burnt down to the end and singed my skin. The key broke in the keyhole and the dogs walked backwards, tails down. I buttered a bagel without toasting it first and the dough clung like glue to the roof of my mouth. I walked up the descending escalator....
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For months I scoured tips, quarries, derelict land, and gathered the parts of my Frankenbike. The wheels were the hardest to find, because once twisted it was all but impossible to hammer them back to true. Finally, one of my mates swapped me my entire birds egg collection, fifty-eight eggs, for a...