Andrew Atroshenko Just for Love

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that’s it,’ said Victor. ‘It’s over. Can you make the sleepwalking part of you understand that? It’s no good trying to get in any more, there isn’t any way. It’s buried. It’s over. Thank goodness.’

There’s a bar like it in every town. It’s dimly‑lit and the drinkers, although they talk, don’t address their words to one she wants. I do what she want, then she say, that not right, you a troll with no finer feelin’, you do not understand what a girl wants. She say, Girl want sticky things to eat in box with bow around, I make box with bow around, she open box, she scream, she say flayed horse not what she mean. She don’t know what she wants.’
‘Yeah,’ said a voice from under Silverfish’s stool. ‘It’d serve ‘em all right if I another and they don’t listen, either. They just talk the hurt inside. It’s a bar for the derelict and the unlucky and all of those people who have been temporarily flagged off the racetrack of life and into the pits.It always does a brisk trade.On this dawn the mourners sat ranged along the counter, each in his cloud of gloom, each certain that he was the most unfortunate individual in the Whole world.‘I created it,’ said Silverfish, morosely. ‘I thought it would be educational. It could broaden people’s horizons. I didn’t intend for it to be a, a, a show. With a thousand elephants!’ he added nastily.‘Yeah,’ said Detritus. ‘She don’t know what