An Unofficial Biography of The Real Burnouts: Chapter 9

-9- ‘Where am I?’ asked Cub. ‘The Mardi,’ said the man. ‘That’s impossible,’ said Cub. He picked up a handful of sand and let the tiny grains trickle between his fingers as he stared out to sea. There were miles and miles of endless blue ocean stretching off towards the horizon. ‘You’re not how I … Continue reading An Unofficial Biography of The Real Burnouts: Chapter 9

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