Chapter 63 · for subscribers
Four months ago I came down this coast on a bus holding somebody else's letter and I did not know the name of one person on it. On Thursday morning I stood in the middle of an inland road in the dark and put my arms out in front of a lorry, and it stopped, because it was Shiomi's lorry and everybody on it knew exactly whose shelf had gone up that hill at five o'clock the day before.
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