“It was a road I had passed many times before but one that I had never been down. It was the kind of road that didn’t really lead anywhere, so if you didn’t have any reason for going there you wouldn’t. I got there at seven o’clock and children were playing football across the street, dogs seemed to be barking in every house in competition with the music, which seemed to be coming from every house. I also noticed that an unusually high number of men were working on their cars. The street was lik...e a dog sanctuary, cum playground, cum car workshop, cum carnival. I know what this is, I thought, it’s a tight-knit community. How nice, I thought, until I was approached by a boy around my age dressed in denims that were so big he looked like he was hiding another person in them. ‘Not from round these ends, are you?’ ‘Not really,’ I replied. There was an empty plastic bottle on the floor; he kicked it towards me. ‘What do you mean, not really? You’re either from these ends or you’re not.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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