They're spaced every thirty miles or so and the speed he drives, it doesn't take long before he's pulling in.
'Disgustin' tea an' a half mouldy sandwich, comin' up.'
He gets out of the car, stretches and reaches for his fags. It's cold, dark; the cheap decorations over the front of the building look garish and sad. He wishes they were there already, in Manchester, where things are real.
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They're spaced every thirty miles or so and the speed he drives, it doesn't take long before he's pulling in.
'Disgustin' tea an' a half mouldy sandwich, comin' up.'
He gets out of the car, stretches and reaches for his fags. It's cold, dark; the cheap decorations over the front of the building look garish and sad. He wishes they were there already, in Manchester, where things are real.