I wrote a trilogy out of order and then rearranged it, because the whole of life is like that - a cut up - and when you cut into the present, the future leaks out.
We had gay burglars the other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.
How many out-of-character things did I need to do, I wondered, before the world rearranged itself around me?
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