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Well, as I remember it - there was a hurried breakfast in a melancholy greasy spoon.



I think there was a girl in a red dress too. Maybe! I don't remember now.




There was a man at work for some arty gallery getting £6 per hour. I told him it was a 'rip' but he just shrugged.



I think the guy I was set on was this guy with the newspaper. He was hiding by using the best method - standing out from the crowd.



I ran down the stairs but I lost him by the shops. All that glare and products.



I guess I got confused. Win some, lose some. At least the fry-up was good.