A gentleman much larger than me sat beside me on the aisle seat in the plane. The two tracks off the main roads are heavily pock-marked with various materials providing in-fill. On the tube a standing young man, plugged into one mobile device, peered down at that of a seated young woman who appeared to be scanning her messages. There was plenty in my account and I had entered the correct PIN. In drizzling rain, Roderick Graham, a debt counsellor, and I carried this piece from one to the other.
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