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{{a|opcoboone|}} | {{a|opcoboone|}}A gunmetal sky was spotting Barrington Road with fat cold blobs as the station clock struck nine. The underground exhaled a gust of sullen commuters onto the pavement. Black brollies bloomed on first contact with the rain. [[Edd Sweeney]] didn’t have a brolly, or an overcoat, and he was late. He sighed, tucked his chin into his collar and began to stomp through the forming puddles. | ||
After a minute, an urgent toot. “Hi, Sweeney, old man!” | |||
Edd turned to see a plump young man with floppy hair beaming at him from a taxi. | |||
“Oh, hallo, Roly.” It was a trainee in his department. | |||
“I say, aren’t you running a bit late? Cripes, ''I’m'' late enough, and I’ve got wheels!” Roly slapped the taxi door happily. | |||
Edd nodded and approached the taxi door. | |||
“Oh well: See you at the office! Don’t get too wet!” As he pushed the window back up, Roly barked, “Let’s crack on, driver!” | |||
Edd stared in damp disbelief as the taxi pulled back into the traffic, drenching his trousers as it went. | |||
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The artist once known as the Barber collected a sheaf from the printer and stalk back towards the office that he shared with Roly. | The artist once known as the Barber collected a sheaf from the printer and stalk back towards the office that he shared with Roly. |