May I have a large doner kebab and some chips?
Each word was pronounced as roundly and measured as he was, as he faced the men behind the counter in their trade mark blue aprons. There was a collection box by the till made out of a roughly modified cardboard box badly wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper. On the stuck on notice was a drawing of a Christmas tree in permanent marker, which looked more like an electric pylon.
Leaving the house earlier I'd seen the ginger cat that lives at the end of my street. It was in its regular place, just outside its front door, tonight licking one of its legs. But just as I approached the cat and before I had a chance to say hello, it began to walk on, flattened into a dull silhouette by the headlights of a car which had just turned into the street. It looked like it'd received an electric shock, its soft furry outline now barbed and a bright neon white. I said hello.
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