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There was a guy sitting opposite me on this morning's tube, slightly tubby, green fleece. He was reading H. P. Lovecraft. He got off at Finsbury Park and a tall, skinny skater guy with a Rough Trade bag sat down in his vacated seat, then took out a book - which turned out to be H. P. Lovecraft.
And I wondered, what if this goes on all day?
And I wondered, what if this goes on all day?
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Interesting thought for a short story. Books that must be constantly read, in order to keep them fictional. Because that gives the story itself a meta-level above that.
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