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of her captivity, they make love as she crawls above them, pressed onto
her stomach, dehumanized.

Young Skins by Colin Barrett
My town is nowhere you’ve been, but you know its ilk. A roundabout off
a national road, an industrial estate, a five-screen Cineplex, a century of
pubs packed inside the square mile of the town’s limits. The Atlantic is
near; the gnarled jawbone of the coastline with its gull-infested
promontories is near. Summer evenings, and in the manure-scented
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