Throw Him Away and Get a New One

“All I want is to collect my things.”

“I’ve arranged for them to be sent on to you. Goodbye, Mr Highsmith.”

Tony hung up.

There was a wheelie bin outside the fish shop. Angus kicked it. Then kicked it again. And then he punched it several times and kicked it once more.

“Damn you!” he cried. “Damn you all!”

A dog began to bark.


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