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FICTION: Fruit Bat Soup by Callum Norman -
The oven-like bus trundled on with the slow-moving traffic. It was holding about ten to fifteen customers. Outside, the world seemed to be all blue skies and sunbeams. I guessed that the pungent smell of weed came from the pale young man who was sat in the row of seats in front of me, especiallyContinue reading