Taking one last look at my landing spot making sure I dodge the faeces,
I heard a familiar murmur.
‘Look mum, there’s that weird boy from the bus!’
Sode.
‘Don’t stare Lucas.’
I jumped.
I think I was out for a while because the sun had moved in the sky.
Coffee man was stood over me, huffing, glaring.
‘Hi, I’m Henry Carmichael, I like animals and I’m on the autism spectrum,
do you have any factor fifty?’
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