‘Where have you come from?’ he asked me gently, reaching for his pen. He had two pots on the table, one for brushes, one for pens. Sheaves of paper were rolled up underneath his chair, on a tray. He pulled out one of the smallest ones. He must be used to this. A girl off […]
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