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Incident At Seagrove Caravan Park

It was Mick who suggested that I moved to Seagrove Caravan Park… Mick was in his late thirties and had been living there for 10 years. He told me that the city had been too expensive for him and, like me, he had a healthy dislike for the workplace. Any work-place. So I packed my single sports-bag and caught the city rail to Linkholm, a station in the outer western suburbs where Mick said he’d pick me up in his combi. ‘She charges reasonable rates’, he told me as we left the station in a...

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