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- There was a haystack behind a livery stable in Phedre Road. It bulged for a moment, and there was a muffled swearing. A fraction of a second later there was a bout of coughing and another, much better, swear- word inside a grain silo down near the cattle market. Very shortly after that some rotten floorboards in an old feed store in Short Street exploded upwards, followed by a swear-word that bounced off a flour sack.
- 'Idiot rodent!' bellowed Albert, fingering grain out of his ear.
- SQUEAK.
- 'I should think so! What size do you think I am?' Albert brushed hay and flour off his coat and walked over to the window. 'Ah,' he said, 'let us repair to the Mended Drum, then.'
- In Albert's pocket, sand resumed its interrupted journey from future to past.
- ***
- Soul Music - p209-210
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