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Sitting sipping strong black future-tea with the boys
We eke out an in-depth conversation about bread
Because baking is the new sex, everyone is saying.
Meanwhile heavy rain slashes at the café windows.
When we leave, we pull our jackets over our heads
And run.
In the flooded gutter a roadkill hedgehog floats
Squashed open so it looks like a lost jellyfish.

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