I’m just grabbing myself a coffee when I feel the shiver in the air. It’s not cold. It’s different to that.A sixth sense. A shudder in my mind.And then I know. I sense him before I smell him, and smell him before I see him, a waft of weed hitting my nose from the dining room doorway.He props himself in the frame like he owns the place, hood up high so his eyes look even darker than usual.“Made me fucking come for it, didn’t you?”I play it cool, just like always. “Had no fucking credit on my phone, nor bus fare either.”He looks about the room and I hate how he ogles everything. “Landed on your feet here. Fucking some posh guy so I hear. Whole shitty town is talking about it, a silly old bitch directed me right to your door.”“I’m working here,” I tell him. “I’m fixing fences.”“Fixing fences and sucking dick,” he sneers. “Have you missed mine? I bet you fucking have, you filthy little bitch.”“Don’t flatter yourself,” I snap.“Shame,” he says and takes a step forward, “since you
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